Kurt
Like he promised, Kurt texted Blaine to tell him he got to his Dad's safely. Other than the perfunctory 'I love you' at the end, it was a text that could have been sent to a stranger.
"Hey bud, what are you doing here?" Burt asked, coming forward and hugging his son when he came in the door.
Kurt, enfolded in the safety and love of his dad's arms, broke down and tried to get the story out through sobs and sniffles.
"Come on you, let's sit down and then you can tell me the story again. Only this time, make sure I can understand it," Burt said, poking him lightly in the ribs to make him give a watery smile.
They went into the living room and Kurt first dug out his acceptance letters and enjoyed the enthusiastic praise and congratulations. It reminded him of all of his school years. His dad was always effusive in his praise whether it was a spelling bee third place award in second grade or acceptance to Parsons The New School for Design. The feeling of his father's approval and love was like a comforting blanket that he could wrap around himself and never have to let go. Kurt was overwhelmed and let tears stream down his face when he saw tears of pride in his father's eyes.
"Kurt, I am so damn proud of you. You showed all of them! All of those damn bullies, the people who pushed you into the background, the people who thought you would amount to nothing, the people who called you a freak. All of them. You showed all of them. Damn it, Kurt, I couldn't be more happy for you if I tried. And Parsons! That is amazing. You've been watching that show as long as I can remember. My kid, going to Parsons. Wait until I tell the guys at the shop, they're going to be ecstatic, too."
Kurt just hugged his dad. Nothing was wrong here. Warmth, acceptance, love, pride. So much pride. No judgment, no preconceived ideas about where he should be going.
Burt suddenly backed up. "Son, if you're here, where is Blaine? Did he go to celebrate with his family? I figured you would do that together."
"We would if we were in agreement on where we were going," Kurt mumbled, returning to the couch.
"What do you mean?" Burt asked, tugging on the front of his cap as he always did when he felt threatened. They sat back down.
"Blaine got a full ride for med school at UCLA," Kurt said simply. He wanted to see his dad's reaction, to judge which way his father was leaning.
"That's wonderful! I'll have to congratulate him. I know he wanted to go to a good college for med school and he did. Good kid!" Burt smiled widely. Then his smile faded. "Wait. What is the problem? Why aren't you in agreement?"
"He doesn't want me going to Parsons. He wants me to find a college in California near him. If I can't find one, he wants me to stay home with him to take care of him until I can find a college second term," Kurt said simply.
"What kind of bullshit is that?" Burt sounded almost insulted.
Kurt shrugged. "I don't know. He says we're going to need each other now more than ever. But his grandpa explained to us that our emotion and energy bond is strong enough to withstand the farthest reaches of the world. So New York to California isn't going to be a problem. I wanted Blaine to go to NYU, but he is determined on UCLA. It's a family tradition. But he never told me before," Kurt was still hurt over that.
"That boy is still fighting those old fashioned Dom instincts. He wants you home to feed him and comfort him as he goes through his day. Normally I would encourage you to stay with your Dom. You would keep each other calm and evened out emotionally. But that is just too damn bad. This is your dream, just as much as UCLA is his. You got into Parsons and you are going to Parsons. End of story," Burt said simply.
"He's going to fight me on it," Kurt replied, his shoulders sagging. It was only late afternoon but he was emotionally fatigued.
"Well, he's going to lose. Now, let's change the subject. You got into Parsons with a scholarship and a loan. We need to figure out how we're going to pay the loan part," Burt said, sitting forward in his chair.
"I have a little over a grand in my account from working in the shop," Kurt said, jotting down the amount on a pad of paper in his bag.
"You have that much? You didn't spend it all on clothes?" Burt said, pretending to be shocked.
Kurt stuck his tongue out. "I did learn how save, you know."
"Well, I'm proud of you. Your mom and I also learned how to save," Burt said, a smile on his face. "Hold on." He walked out of the room and then came back holding what looked like a bank book. "Before your mom passed away, she started a college fund for you. That woman," Burt paused and swallowed hard at the memory of his beloved wife. "She knew how to save, how to make a dollar turn into ten in no time. After she passed, I did my best to keep adding to it. You know the shop has had its ups and downs, but I did what I could. Even if it was only five bucks, I still added to it."
Kurt was silently crying again, tears falling down his cheeks. His mom had loved him so much and he knew it, he felt it. Both of his parents had always made it so clear how much they loved him. This college fund was like an account full of love instead of money.
"Thank you, Dad. That means more than you could ever know," Kurt sniffled.
"Stop that or you'll make me cry and I can't get my flannel shirt wet," his dad said gruffly. "Now, I had hoped to have it to an even ten grand, but the economy has been shit, so you have just under nine grand in there. I'll transfer it over to your account," Burt said, looking at his watch. "I can do it today, the bank hasn't closed yet. Then you'll have over ten grand. That's a good amount to pay a bit of tuition, get your books, get what you need for a dorm, et cetera."
Kurt couldn't help but hug his father again. I am so grateful Dad. Thank you so much for everything," Kurt said as sincerely as he could. He wished his dad could feel the amount of gratitude he felt. Instead, he tried to pass it on through his hug.
"Now sit down and grab that pad of paper of yours," Burt said, patting Kurt on the back and returning to their seats again.
"What's up?" Kurt said, making note of what his father had told him about the bank account.
"I know another way you can get money and I am almost certain it's a done deal if you are willing," Burt teased him.
"Dad! Come on, what is it?" Kurt demanded. He hated being teased in a fun way and his dad loved to torture him with information.
"Well, if you're going to be in New York, you'll be doing a lot of walking, cab driving, and riding subways, so I was thinking why not sell the Navigator," Burt suggested.
Kurt had thought about it fleetingly, but didn't know anything about selling vehicles. "I'd be all for it. Why do you say you think it's a done deal?" he asked.
"Well, a guy from the shop knows a guy who knows a guy, you know how it is. Anyway, the guy comes in and took a look at it the last time you came to work a few hours. When I put out feelers about selling it a while back, the guy made an offer I think we can't refuse," Burt hinted again.
"Dad! Tell me!" Kurt was about to burst.
"Given the shape it's in, the demand of Navigators, and the blue book value, he's willing to give quite a lot," Burt said with a laugh.
Kurt came over and punched his dad in the arm. "Tell me or I start burning the flannels," he threatened.
Burt put his hands up. "Okay, okay! Settle down and stay away from my flannel. He's willing to pay thirteen grand for it. Cash," Burt said, eagerly watching Kurt's face to monitor his reaction.
Kurt's face went slack and he fell back onto the couch. "Holy shit," he murmured.
Burt would correct his language, but it was too funny watching him sitting there in shock. Kurt sat there for several minutes, trying to wrap his mind around the amount of money the guy offered plus the amount he and his dad had. It was over twenty thousand dollars. That was more than enough for tuition and the other things he would need.
"Dad," he whispered.
"I know, bud. You look like you need a nap," Burt suggested.
"Good idea," Kurt murmured and walked dazed to his bedroom.
Stripping down to his boxer briefs, he crawled into bed and fell asleep shortly after his head hit the pillow. His mind took him gently into a dream.
He saw himself nearly nude with only frilly apron on. He's pulling a roast out of the oven and getting the vegetables ready. He sets the table, excitement buzzing through his veins. Sir was going to be home soon. He would be able to ease Sir's mind and body from the hard day he's had at school.
Hearing a car pull up, he stripped the apron and hung it in the broom closet. He went to the round carpet that was strategically placed near the front door. He gracefully sank to his knees, his hands clasped behind his back, head down, his thighs spread as wide as he could. Over the months, he'd worked hard at stretching those muscles so he could almost be in the splits position just on his knees. His Sir loved it, and that urged him to work harder.
Sir comes in the door and ignores him, throwing his keys in the bowl on the table near the door. Taking his coat off, he still doesn't look at Kurt. He hangs his coat and backpack up in the closet and slips his shoes off as well. Finally he walks up to Kurt. His eyes are alight with pride.
"Lovely. Kneel up, beautiful," Blaine's voice was warm and full of love.
Kurt rose up on his knees so his rear was no longer resting on his heels. His arms remained behind his back.
"Service me, beautiful," Blaine commanded as he did every day when he got home from school.
Swiftly and eagerly, Kurt was able to work the button and zipper on Blaine's pants with his teeth. Gently he eased Blaine's boxers down and proceeded to swallow down Blaine's hard cock.
Blaine's hands raised to Kurt's head and like he did every day, he held onto Kurt's head and fucked his mouth, directing his movements with his hands in his hair. Kurt had worked hard to get his gag reflex to disappear and he was successful, so now Blaine fucked his mouth and throat with abandon. He loved pushing his cock all the way to the back of his throat, holding there, watching Kurt's eyes, knowing Kurt couldn't breathe, Kurt knowing his very life was in Blaine's hands. Blaine knew Kurt's body and limits and always backed off just when Kurt got to the edge of his need to breathe. Quickly, Blaine finished, Kurt swallowing and cleaning Blaine's cock and sack before easing Blaine's boxers up and zipped his pants. It took a few moments with extreme concentration, but with his tongue and teeth, he was even able to button Sir's pants.
"Good, my beautiful," Blaine praised, running his fingers across Kurt's damp lips. "You may speak."
"Thank you for allowing me to pleasure you, Sir. Welcome home, your dinner is ready."
"I am starving. You may go to the kitchen and serve it up," Blaine said and walked to the dining room.
Kurt hadn't been given permission to walk, so he crawled to the kitchen before he stood to prepare Sir's plate. Sir used to try and tease Kurt when he was on hands and knees that he had to find a way to get Sir's plate to him and not rise from his hands and knees.
Kurt was a very flexible man and he figured out a way to get his hand to turn and carefully balance the plate on his back and though he had to crawl very carefully, he could get the plate to his Sir without incident. He did this now and Sir smiled at him.
"You are doing so well with that, beautiful. I'm so proud of you," he said sincerely.
Kurt blushed with the pleasure he felt through their bond, loving the fulfillment Sir was receiving with Kurt's service to him.
Blaine allowed him to stand after that and Kurt finished bringing more dishes to the table before taking his kneeler and resting near Sir's knee as he always did. Sir fed him from both of their plates. They both loved the closeness of these moments. Kurt never felt more fulfilled than knowing he had successfully served his Sir.
Kurt jerked awake. "No fucking way!" he shouted to the empty room.
There was no way in hell he was going to become some animal living to serve Blaine. A welcome home blow job before any kind of greeting? Crawling? Apron? Balancing a plate on his back? Sitting on the floor and being fed his dinner? Never.
He had to wonder if that was Blaine's dream and he ended up 'plugged in' to it. It was a nightmare to Kurt, not a dream. This was 2014, not the 1950's. He shivered, determined that he would never end up living that kind of life. And yet, he had a feeling that is exactly what Blaine would love if he went to California to 'support' him until Kurt found a college out there. No freaking way.
He got up and grabbed his tablet from his bag and turned it on after plugging it in near his bed. Along with the pad of paper he'd jotted down the money info his dad had shared with him. He hated having to even think like this, but he needed a contingency plan. It reminded him of when he'd first found out Blaine was his Dom. How he ran and tried to avoid this life at all costs. He was glad he'd given Blaine a chance and that Blaine had put effort into becoming a better soulmate. But just like before, he needed to protect himself. To keep his life his own and do what he had always dreamed of.
Tears fell down his face, but he began to think like someone who was planning to run away. He began with changing his passwords on his tablet, email, and bank account. He called and was shocked to hear the new total after his dad had transferred the college savings account. Thinking of his mom and dad and how much work they put in for him. How they loved him so much that they without in order to save money for his college. He was so blessed to be loved by them.
He thought of Blaine. He was blessed to be loved by him, too. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to run away. He wanted to work things out with Blaine, to come to an agreement so both of their dreams could come true.
He grabbed his phone and texted Blaine to remind him of the song they sang at the ball.
I'm so glad I found you
I'm not gonna lose you
Whatever it takes
I will stay here with you
Take it to the good times
See it through the bad times
Whatever it takes is
What I'm gonna do
Kurt could only hope that he could keep up to his side of the lyrics. Taking a deep breath, he hit 'send'.
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Next chapter: Blaine's time after Kurt left
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Nothin's Gonna Stop Us Now: Jefferson Starship