So sorry for the delay... again. Computer problems suck. I had this chapter written last night and my computer went dead. All that work, lost. Hoping to have another chapter up tomorrow... Hope you enjoy this...
Taking place at the same time as Kurt leaving….
Blaine sat there, unbelieving how wrong the last hour had gone. They'd had a wonderful day together so far, loving and intense. Blaine had felt so close and connected with Kurt and now this. Kurt was gone, going all the way to Lima to avoid him. Once again. To avoid a conversation that was going to prove to be one of the most difficult they'd ever had. Sadness was overwhelming him as well as frustration. How could Kurt say he'd never heard of Blaine wanting to go to UCLA? He had always wanted to go there. Yeah, he'd applied at different schools, but that was the smart thing to do when applying for college. But UCLA was always his dream. He thought back to as many conversations with Kurt as he could remember. They'd talked about colleges when they first met. He remembered Kurt talking about New York and nothing else. He had talked about going to med school in New York, trying to impress the beautiful boy with how much they had in common. He hadn't mentioned California then. After they discovered they were soulmates, all conversation had been about Kurt's struggles with submission, then getting to know each other, the move, and then Sebastian. Blaine growled at the memory. That ass was lucky he was in jail, otherwise Blaine would be doing his best to make sure the man couldn't think with his dick ever again. School this year had been really busy with studies, friends, and parties. They had spent several weeks applying to colleges, going over all the paperwork, the essay questions, school transcripts. There had been few conversations really, mostly work and as much cuddling as they could fit in. The need to be close during the stressful time had been strong, especially for Blaine. He drew such comfort from Kurt and his calming persona. He was sure it was a submissive thing. How would, how could he survive med school without that? Without Kurt? Kurt's presence would comfort him, strengthen him, and keep him on an even keel during the stress and rigors of school.
The added idea of having Kurt there for a semester or longer, at home for him, was like a dream come true. He knew it was old fashioned, but the vision of Kurt at home waiting for him at the end of a long day was as comforting as it was arousing. The vision of Kurt in an apron, maybe even naked underneath, waiting at the front door, kneeling, head down, hands on thighs. Waiting to be addressed before offering to give Blaine a welcome home blowjob. Blaine groaned at the thought. Hell, if he was going for the old fashioned vision of his dreams, Kurt would kneel the majority of the time they spent together.
Kurt on his knees, especially on purpose, was perfection. It felt like everything in the world was right. He was right, was complete. Kurt had knelt many times over the last weeks, usually subconsciously, during homework or TV. The last time Kurt had willingly chosen to kneel was the day he'd waited for Blaine and asked to make love with him. That had been the most perfect moment of his life. His submissive waiting for him, waiting on him. He sighed as his pants tightened. The idea of him coming home every day to see his kneeling submissive drove him to know he was right in pushing for Kurt to come to California and spend as much time not going to school as Blaine could talk him into.
Blaine called his parents who cheered for him and congratulated him. His father then spent nearly a half hour recounting his own adventures, again, and giving Blaine somewhat useful advice on how to prepare for his college career. As proud as his parents were, he knew it was his Grandpa that he wanted to please. The man had supported him in a way very different from is parents. There wasn't any pressure with Grandpa, no defined expectations. He would have to call him soon. He wanted to wait until Kurt came home, he knew Grandpa would want to talk to them both and congratulate them. A beep from his phone alerted him to a new text and he saw that Kurt had arrived at his dad's house. He texted back telling him he hoped he would be home soon and he loved him.
Pulling his laptop to him, he went to the UCLA website. A surge of pride at achieving his dream of being accepted filled him. He grinned, knowing that not everyone was granted a full scholarship to med school. Putting aside his troubles with Kurt, he allowed himself a wide grin and a slight bounce in his seat in excitement. He was following in the footsteps of the men in his family, something he'd always been determined to do. He paused, a thought occurring to him. Was this the way Kurt felt after being accepted to Parsons? Waving the thought away, he perused the website. Finding a student forum, he clicked on it, found the pre-med school sub-forum, and began reading the different stories and challenges that fellow students were experiencing. He read about various professors and what to expect, suggestions on study habits, and different places to visit during down time.
One sub-forum was titled 'Doms and subs', and he clicked on it, reading more personal experiences. The Dom forum spoke to pressures and ways to keep up with the care their subs needed while tackling the insane amount of homework and lab time that would be required. There was yet another sub-forum called 'Sub Problems'. Clicking on that, he felt like maybe he wasn't alone in his frustrations. He noted that there were plenty of topics asking advice for different problems pertaining to subs. He wondered if he should start a topic sharing his own problems, when a topic caught his eye. It simply said, "One Simple Order".
As much as his instincts told him to stay out of the topic, when he saw there was almost a thousand replies, he couldn't contain his curiosity. He made sure his side of the emotional bond was shut down tight as he began to read. The poster shared his story of how his sub had fought with him on his request that she stay home while he went to school. She had been offered a rewarding job straight out of high school and was excited to accept it. Upon discussing it with her Dom, he had told her he wanted her to stay home at least for a while during the beginning of college. There had been fights and tears, causing each of them to withdraw from the other. He gave thought of what he could do, completely sure that if she would agree she would be able to eventually realize this would be rewarding for both of them. A week later, he came up with the solution, something that was not a straight out order for her to be happy with the concept of staying home. He, instead, gave one simple order. After that, they had settled into their new apartment and she was blooming as a stay-at-home sub while he was sailing through his first year of college with ease. They completed and complemented each other in a new and exciting dynamic. He ended his story by saying that he had never and would never regret that simple command that had changed their lives for the better.
Blaine felt the stirrings of hope especially as he began reading the replies. There were many expressions of gratitude for the idea. Others told their own stories of how they took the advice and implemented it into their own lives. Some shared how they had been dealing with stubborn attitudes and brattiness (Kurt, Blaine thought with a grin) and how with a little 'positive reinforcement', the subs came around. From there the natural submissiveness of their partners came through.
The phrase 'positive reinforcement' made Blaine think of the time when he'd had Kurt burn their rulebook in the burn barrel. The freedom Kurt had expressed had been rewarding. Blaine had often wondered what in their relationship would be different if he'd kept the rules in place. Would their relationship be different? What would Kurt's submission look like? Would he be sweeter, more pliable? Or would he be bitter and unhappy at being, as he called it, limited.
There were a small number of people, both Doms and subs that called the Doms 'cavemen', and reminded them it was the twenty first century. They needed to keep their Neanderthal opinions to themselves and not subject their subs, much less other subs, to their horrific ideas. Blaine thought the insults a bit much, but could see how Kurt would agree with them. The arguments against those included Doms sharing how rewarding it was to come home to a kneeling sub waiting at the door with dinner on the table. How supported and loved they felt by the care showered on them by the soulmates they loved so much. It was a relief, they said, to know that all they had to concentrate on was schoolwork and their subs. They didn't have to worry about laundry, shopping, bill paying, or anything else that would distract them from the overwhelming amount of work they had to do. Blaine couldn't agree more and it pained him that Kurt would probably never agree, much less go along with that way of life. As much crap as Blaine was given when he and Kurt first began their relationship, when everyone had criticized the way Blaine treated Kurt, there were an awful lot of Doms out there that seemed to share his view on submissives.
The last comment he read was one simple question. "Would you do the same for your sub?"
Blaine closed his computer and thought about the question. Would he give up UCLA and stay home all day so Kurt could go to the college of his dreams? Could he take care of the odds and ends that made up daily living so Kurt didn't have to worry about anything but his schoolwork? He tried really hard to see himself in that role, but he couldn't. All he could see was that night, coming home and seeing Kurt on his knees, beautifully nude, waiting to serve his Dom. He was overcome by how right it was, how right the whole concept was, and how he wanted that for his life so very much.
Knowing there was one person who would agree with him, he hit the speed dial on his phone and grinned when the line was picked up.
"Blaine Devon!" his grandfather cried. "How are you son?"
"Hi Grandpa, I'm pretty good. How are you and Grandma?" he asked. He loved how much his grandpa was always so happy to hear from him.
"We're old and crotchety as always. So, how are things for you?" Grandpa asked.
"Well, I have some good news, is Grandma around?" Blaine answered, feeling his excitement bubbling up again.
"Honey, come talk to Blaine Devon with me. He has some news," he heard his grandfather call.
The phone beeped to announce they were on speaker phone. "Hello Blaine Devon, how are you, sweetheart?"
"I'm pretty good, Grandma. I have some big news," Blaine paused dramatically. "I got into UCLA with a full scholarship!"
"Oh my god!" Grandma cried.
"Congratulations son!" Grandpa shouted at the same time.
Blaine listened with a grin as his grandparents praised and congratulated him for several minutes without pausing. This was what he needed. Unbiased praise and excitement for him. He knew Kurt was proud of him, but it had been overshadowed by their disagreement.
"Aw, Blaine Devon, I just couldn't be happier for you if I tried," Grandma said with a loud sigh. "My boy, going off to the family college."
"Thank you Grandma. You and Grandpa have helped me so much through the years and I really don't think I could have done it without your support," Blaine said truthfully. True his parents were wonderful, but there was something unselfish and unassuming about his grandparent's love that spurred him on.
"All we've done is love you, son," Grandpa said. "How about you, Kurt Elizabeth, are you happy for your soulmate?"
"Um," Blaine said awkwardly. "Kurt isn't here right now."
"Oh? Why not?" Grandma asked, concern lacing her voice.
"He, uh, got into his dream college and wanted to share the news with his dad. So, he's off visiting for a couple hours," Blaine said.
"That's wonderful!" Grandma exclaimed.
"That is great news," Grandpa agreed. "Honey, why don't you let me talk to Blaine Devon for a while? Man to man, and all."
Grandma chuckled. "Of course. Blaine Devon, I'm so proud of you sweetheart. Pass my love on to Kurt Elizabeth please."
"I will, Grandma," Blaine said. He heard the beep turning off the speakerphone. The other line was silent for a few moments.
"Okay, Blaine Devon, Grandma is out of the room. Why don't you tell me what's really going on?" Grandpa said, his voice warm and concerned.
Blaine sighed, tears burning in his eyes. He couldn't be more grateful for his grandfather at this moment. He somehow knew something was going on and Blaine hadn't had to ask for anything. He told his grandfather everything that had happened from the time he and Kurt had woken up, even about their intimate moments, not embarrassed anymore about discussing their sex life. He told him about opening the letters, their excitement and the inevitable fight.
"Damn, I'm sorry Blaine Devon. What a shitty way to celebrate both of you getting into the colleges of your dreams," Grandpa said with a heavy sigh.
Blaine went on to share about the forum and the stories he'd read. He included his own thoughts about how his own 'caveman' ideas had been shut down by his friends, but were apparently shared by a lot more people than he had thought.
"I agree, Blaine Devon. I think most of us old-fashioned types keep quiet these days. On a computer, it's easy to share how you really feel. As much as I support equality and modern opinions, and will reinforce them, I can't help but agree with you and support you in this. I did the same thing with your Grandma," he said.
Blaine frowned. "You did? I thought she was fine with staying at home with the kids," he said.
"Oh yeah, she was fine with that. It was after the kids were grown and out of the house that she wanted to change things up. She wanted to go to school and get a job, basically being gone all day, and I just couldn't let go of her. I know it seems selfish but by that time in our lives, I was completely used to and dependent on her presence at home. Everything went so smoothly, never even a ripple in the peace of our home. It felt like I could take on the world with her support. I had to tell her she was staying at home. She cried and railed against me for a while. But after that she settled back in. Her submission is so beautiful, a true gift in this shitty world. I give her love and care, just as she gives it me. It just looks different than the modern concepts. Blaine Devon, I support you wholeheartedly in this, but you have to be sure, absolutely sure, that this is what you want and need," Grandpa said in a firm voice.
Blaine paused for a minute and really thought about it. What Kurt's reaction would be, his happiness versus what life would be like with his unfettered support in it. Kurt would find peace eventually and see that his life would be better at Blaine's side. He nodded grimly. "I know this is what I want, Grandpa. This is what I've wanted since I learned about my nature. These last few months have been truly wonderful. The best in my life. At the same time, it has felt lacking in a way, something I haven't shared with Kurt, much less myself. I think it has to do with his submission. Does that make sense?"
"Absolutely. True submission is giving over power to the Dom. They trust their Dom to give them what they need. Even if it is something they don't agree with. If you honestly think this will benefit Kurt Elizabeth as much as you, then you have to fight for it," Grandpa said.
"I think it would take some time, but I honestly do believe both of our lives would be better if we stay together and go to California," Blaine said, hoping he was right. He knew this was right, he was sure of it. But he couldn't guarantee Kurt's reaction.
"Alright, Blaine Devon," Grandpa said. "Prepare for a fight and some tears, but remember your ultimate goal. Now, here are some ideas…"