I have to say that you are all the best readers and reviewers in the world. Yes, I got upset, but that aside, I have never felt so supported and encouraged. So a huge thank you to each and every one of you. We will find out the back story with Blaine and Sebastian in this chapter. Then Kurt and Blaine…. Well, you'll see. Attempted non-con (not graphic), you are warned.
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Last time on Unlock My Heart: "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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Blaine checked out his image in the mirror, he thought he looked pretty good. He was hoping to remind Kurt of their first days together. Those dates at the Lima Bean had been the best days of his life. It wasn't until they'd touched that it had all gone downhill. He was wearing one of the outfits he wore during one of the dates. He knew Kurt would remember it. Kurt remembered everything when it came to fashion. His red pants, tight, black, short sleeve polo, with the red, gray and black bowtie, suited him nicely. He flexed his arms, watching the muscles ripple down his arms and under his shirt. There was so much downtime with school not being in session and Kurt not around that he spent a lot of time lifting weights with Wes. He had noticed Kurt checking out his arms a couple of times and couldn't help but hope that he would notice again.
Realizing he still had nearly an hour before Kurt would get there, he wandered into his room. Going to his bookshelf, he pulled down the worn copy of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Tucked into the middle was the much abused piece of simple white notebook paper. Taking it out and unfolding it, he sat heavily on his bed and read the words he knew by heart.
You had a choice. All you had to say was yes. Now Chandler won't have a choice. Great job, Killer.
Blaine had met Sebastian the summer after sophomore year. He was a good looking guy and they had hit it off from the start. Sebastian had been flirtatious and fun and they'd spent a lot of time together. They played tennis and swam together in the Anderson's pool. Blaine had already turned sixteen and knew he was a Dominant. Sebastian turned sixteen that summer and the next day he'd shown up for their tennis date, he was sporting a new key with his black bracelet.
For some reason, Blaine started feeling off when they would hang out together. Especially when Sebastian decided that they were at the point where they could hold hands. Something inside Blaine warned him that it was wrong. He asked his grandfather about it and he suspected that it was the fact that they were both Doms. Blaine decided it was time to end their little fling. He went out with Sebastian one last time, figuring he would tell Sebastian that night that it was over.
They were in Sebastian's new Corvette after dinner and before Blaine could start the talk he'd planned, Sebastian leaned over and kissed him. Blaine was stunned and sat there in shock. When Sebastian tried to breach his lips with his tongue, Blaine swiftly sat back.
"Sebastian, I can't do this," Blaine said, trying to break it to him nicely. "I'm not sure we should see each other anymore."
Sebastian's eyes blazed in sudden anger. "What are you talking about? We are perfect together."
"I just don't feel like we are, Sebastian. I think it might be because we are both Doms. It feels like our Dom instincts aren't able to mix," Blaine said gently.
"Who the hell cares, Blaine? We are hot together, you know that," Sebastian argued.
"I'm sorry, Sebastian. It, it's over," Blaine replied.
"Whatever. At least let me fuck you," Sebastian demanded. "You could at least do that much for me."
Blaine stared at him. "No, I can't. I think that's kind of screwed up, actually. I don't owe you anything."
"Bullshit! I've wasted a lot of time with you and now you're going to punk out on me? No, I think you do owe me this," Sebastian said. He grabbed Blaine by his hair and dragged his mouth to his, slanting their heads so their lips met in a furious kiss.
Blaine felt a moment of panic before he got his brain together. Biting Sebastian's tongue hard, Blaine was able to tug away. He jumped out of the car as Sebastian was still crying out over his bit tongue. He went straight up to his room and closed the door.
The next day he went to the country club to work out, trying to burn off his anger and the feel of Sebastian's mouth on his. When he went to his locker, a folded piece of paper blew out, fluttering down to the floor at Blaine's feet. He bent down and picked it up, quickly scanning the words.
You had a choice. All you had to say was yes. Now Chandler won't have a choice. Great job, Killer.
Chandler! Blaine knew him from hanging out around the country club pool. The younger boy with the strawberry blonde hair and friendly brown eyes was well known for being a chatterbox. Blaine had had to turn down the boy when he'd asked for a date several times and he knew Sebastian had turned him down numerously as well.
Running to the pool where he most often saw Chandler, he looked but couldn't find him. Rushing over to Nick, he asked him if he had seen Chandler.
Nick's eyes were sad as he shook his head. "He's at home. His mom called mine last night asking us to take Chandler's little sister overnight. Blaine, Chandler was attacked," Nick told him.
"Oh my god," Blaine gasped. "Is he going to be okay?" Please let him be okay.
"Well, he's home, if that's what you mean. His dad got pissed because Chandler refuses to tell who did it to him," Nick said, an edge to his voice.
"Nick, I know who it is," Blaine whispered in horror, his brain easily fitting the pieces together.
"What?" Nick was incredulous.
Blaine held out the note. Nick read it, his normally tan face paling considerably. "Who wrote this, Blaine?" he demanded.
"Sebastian Smythe," Blaine said, sliding along the wall until he was sitting on the floor.
"That guy you've been hanging around with? Tall with light brown hair? Kinda looks like a meerkat?" Nick questioned.
"That's him. Should I turn this in to the cops?" Blaine asked, at a loss.
"Absolutely," Nick told him.
Blaine did just that, his grandpa going with him to talk to the police and turning over the note. Within a week, the note was back in his possession and an officer was telling him to stop trying to stir up trouble. Too late, Blaine remembered that Sebastian's dad was a state's attorney who could obviously pull a few strings to shut him up. That mixed with Chandler's refusal to admit who hurt him ended the entire debacle. The last thing he heard was that Sebastian was shipped off to his grandmother's house in Paris. Blaine had drowned in a sea of guilt. If he had taken it for Chandler, the poor boy wouldn't have had to go on medicine to keep him from being depressed and panicky. To this day, Blaine couldn't erase his guilt over the situation.
Now, though, Blaine had to deal with Sebastian being back, but he didn't know what to do about it. He called Wes to talk to him about the situation. Wes was silent when Blaine told him what was going on and how Kurt knew Sebastian.
"Blaine, um, I didn't want to upset you. I know you have a lot of guilt and anger over what happened between you and Smythe. But, I have to tell you," Wes told him. "Sebastian will be attending Dalton this year. His parents moved back and decided to send him to private school instead of him staying home with tutors like he did in Paris. His dad called mine and told him. Dad was so impressed by the Smythe name, he told me I should try to befriend Sebastian. I remembered what you told us about him, though, and I brushed off Dad's attempt to make me hang out with him," Wes told him.
Blaine had told Wes, Jeff, and Nick what had happened back then. He'd shown them a picture of the other boy that he had on his phone so they could make sure to stay away from him. Now, though, there was nothing he could do to protect them. Or Kurt.
Blaine sat there, stunned into silence after Wes's announcement. Sebastian going to Dalton? And Blaine would end up seeing him. How would he hold back on punching his smarmy face in? After what he did to Chandler, he didn't know if he would be able to control his temper. Luckily, Chandler and his family had moved to Cincinnati. The poor boy wouldn't have to face his rapist.
Knowing a rapist had now touched his Soulmate made him infuriated. There were now three holes in the kitchen wall. Blaine had moved a piece of art that Kurt had bought, over the area so it was hidden.
He had to talk to Kurt, make him understand how dangerous Sebastian was. He had kept the note all this time so he would never forget. Never forget Sebastian or what he had done to Chandler and was apparently capable of doing to someone else.
Sebastian was playing the same game he had before. Befriending Kurt, leading him to think he was a decent guy. Until he didn't get what he wanted, that was. He had to make sure Kurt was never alone with him. He would have to tell him about Chandler and how, because of Blaine, he'd been raped and assaulted.
The doorbell rang and Blaine quickly made his way to the door. His heart beat hard and a feeling of rightness flowed through him when he opened the door and saw his Soulmate. Kurt looked beautiful, as always. He was wearing blue skinny jeans with a tight, light blue v-neck t-shirt. His eyes practically glowed a crystal blue, searing the picture into Blaine's mind.
"Hi, Blaine," Kurt said quietly. Guilt was written all over his pale features.
"Hi, Kurt, come on in. You didn't need to use the doorbell. Whether you live here or not, this is still your home," Blaine told him, giving him a warm smile.
Kurt returned the smile and moved in towards the living room. "You look nice, Blaine. I remember that outfit. The black really makes your eyes pop," he commented, a light blush on his cheeks.
"Thank you, Kurt. You look amazing yourself," Blaine said. "Please, sit."
They both sat on the couch, facing each other.
"I need to talk to you about Sebastian, Kurt," Blaine began. He wanted to get this out now so the rest of his evening wasn't ruined.
"Blaine, I'm not seeing him anymore. I ignore his texts and I took his name off my phone," Kurt told him, his eyes earnest. "I'm really sorry about everything."
Blaine could tell Kurt was truly apologetic. "I accept your apology and I forgive you. I also accept some of the blame. If I had given you what you needed this, you wouldn't have had to get it from him. But what I need to tell you is, I know Sebastian," Blaine announced.
Kurt's eyes widened in shock. "You do? How?"
Blaine took a deep breath and delved into the story, leaving nothing out. He watched as Kurt's face spoke his shock, horror, revulsion, and sadness.
Tears shone in Kurt's blue green eyes as he thought about the poor boy Sebastian had raped. "I can't believe this," he said in a shaky voice. "Sebastian was so nice and seemed normal."
"Trust me, it really happened. That is why I am asking you to please, please stay away from him. I don't think I could handle anything happening to you. The worst part is that Sebastian is going to Dalton this year. I don't know how I'm going to stop from beating his face to a pulp," Blaine admitted.
"How about I hold him down for you?" Kurt asked. His sadness had vanished as anger took hold of him. He wasn't one for violence in any situation, but this one? He could put his morals aside. "You can be assured, Blaine, I will never speak to him again."
Blaine sighed in relief seeing the determination in Kurt's expression. He believed him. "Good, thank you. I worry about you so much already. Knowing you are safe from that asshole is a relief. I wanted to talk to you about the Joining we discussed," he began. There was nothing more that needed to be said on the subject of Sebastian now that he knew Kurt was going to be safe.
"I'm ready," Kurt said, standing, his hands reaching for the bottom of his shirt.
Blaine jumped up and stilled Kurt's hands. "No, Kurt. I was angry when I said that about being nude. I would love to get to that point with you in the future, but I'm not going to force you to do it that way. I would still like to Join with you, if you are up to it. I, um, I want to replace any of that asshole's strength in you with my own."
Kurt's face had shown his relief and now he nodded. "That's fine with me," he said. Turning he went into the bedroom.
Blaine followed him and watched as Kurt crawled onto the bed. He couldn't stop his eyes from caressing Kurt's ass as he moved. Seeing Kurt back on his bed made his Dom instincts very happy. Crawling on the bed himself, he looked into Kurt's calm eyes. "Are you sure? I really don't want to push you to do something you aren't comfortable with," he said, determined to change and be a better Soulmate.
Kurt knew he could say no and for once Blaine would respect his choice. For that reason, he would do this. He could see that Blaine needed this, he could almost feel it. Maybe he needed it too, Kurt realized. "I want this too, Blaine," Kurt admitted.
Blaine looked at him for another moment. When Kurt raised his arms, reaching for Blaine, he knew he was telling the truth. Straddling Kurt's slim body, he lowered himself down, their hands clasping tightly on the pillow by Kurt's head. Blaine tucked his face into Kurt's neck, taking in his beautiful, sweet scent. He could feel their Marks open and energy, peace, and strength flow between them. This was exactly what they needed. Blaine felt part of himself seeping into Kurt.
Meanwhile, Kurt was trying to get control of his body. Blaine's incredibly well muscled body laying on top of his was driving him mad. As soon as their bodies had met, Kurt had felt a jolt of rightness mixed with a healthy dose of pure lust. Blaine must have been working out because his chest and shoulders were much more toned and defined than the last time he'd seen him. And his scent, dear god, Kurt thought. Blaine smelled of his favorite cologne mixed with a delicious hint of pure boy. He tried to hold back his moan of need, but failed.
When Blaine heard that small sound come from Kurt, his body refused to hold back. His cock grew and hardened, resting against Kurt's hip despite Blaine's desire to keep his body under control. Feeling Kurt's erection made him echo Kurt's moan. The heat and energy swirling between them was a heady combination of lust and need.
Blaine raised his head, looking down at Kurt, staring at his lips. Kurt saw where he was looking and didn't hesitate to offer his lips. Blaine made a sound like a growl and bent down to take Kurt's lips with his own. His Soulmate's lips were soft and warm and felt like home. Moving their lips and slotting them together, Blaine staked his claim. When he moved to enter Kurt's mouth with his tongue, Kurt opened willingly. Another groan escaped him as he explored Kurt's hot, wet mouth, learning each and every crevice.
Unable to help himself, he broke the kiss to nip and nuzzle his way down Kurt's neck. Kurt tilted his head quickly, offering his neck to his Dom. It was a submissive gesture and Blaine accepted it by biting and licking at the flesh of his throat.
Kurt felt amazing. The heat of Blaine's body, the pressure and heat of their hard cocks together, the feeling of rightness of Blaine claiming his neck, it was almost too much. He knew offering his throat up was a submissive thing, but it felt good, right, exactly the right thing to do at that moment. As Blaine's talented lips and tongue made their way across Kurt's skin, he began panting, wanting more.
Finally Blaine ripped his mouth away to slam down onto Kurt's lips. Delving his tongue deep into Kurt's mouth, he massaged and stroked his Soulmate's tongue. Kurt responded, eliciting another happy noise from Blaine's throat.
Kurt gave an experimental roll to his hips, in desperate need of friction. His cock was hard and aching. Mixed with the scent of Blaine surrounding him, his sub side going happy nuts, and the feel of Blaine's tongue massaging his own, there was no hope of getting his erection to go away.
Blaine met the roll of Kurt's body with one of his own. They alternated thrusting against each other, whimpers and murmurs of desire filled the room. Kurt instinctually spread his legs, feeling Blaine settle between them. It helped him thrust up easier.
Blaine was in heaven. The feeling of Kurt's thighs surrounding him made him want to take the other boy. Kurt undulated against him, causing both of them to cry out. Harder and harder they thrust together, breathing heavily. Their Dom and sub sides were screaming in joy and need for each other. One particularly strong thrust from Blaine finally sent Kurt shouting out as he came against him. Blaine felt Kurt's cock twitching and throbbing and that sent him over the edge with a growl of ownership. The orgasm drained him so deeply, he saw stars. He was grateful that he hadn't passed out.
They lay there, breathing hard, recovering from their shared ecstasy. Finally, Kurt knew he had to get up and clean his pants before his come soaked through.
"Blaine," he whispered.
Blaine's head was laying in the crook of his neck. "Mm?"
"I need to clean up," Kurt said, kissing Blaine's ear.
"Hmmm," Blaine hummed. After a moment, he groaned in disappointment and rolled off Kurt. They both got up slowly. Kurt walked to the master bath and Blaine went to the hall bathroom. Cleaning up, they both were able to save their clothes and didn't need to change.
They met in the hallway, Kurt shy, Blaine ecstatic with what had occurred.
"May I kiss you?" Blaine asked, wanting Kurt to know he had a choice.
Kurt nodded, smiling. He closed his eyes as Blaine's mouth brushed his, once, twice, a third time that lasted a few seconds.
Blaine stood back, unable to hide his joy. "Ready for dinner?"
"Absolutely," Kurt said, grinning. "I'm starving after that orgasm," he said with a wink.
Blaine's jaw dropped in shock and Kurt giggled as he walked ahead of Blaine to the car.
"I, I'm glad it was good for you," Blaine said. What else could he say?
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Well, I had planned for much more to happen, but it will have to be in another chapter. This is the best way I could end it. Next chapter might just be up today, I'm not sure. I'm working on my NaNo novel. I'm at 13k with the novel and am one day ahead of the word count goal, so yay! Congrats to all doing NaNo this year, keep it up! I'm thinking I'm going to post my NaNo project on here when it's done. It's coming along to be a pretty good story. Love to you all! I'd bribe you with more fairy kisses to review, but the fairies beat me up for offering them last time. I have all these brown marks on my face to prove it… oh wait, those are my freckles….