Klaine is hitting some rough waters… Will this ship go down or continue on?
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Kurt couldn't conquer the trepidation he felt as he pulled up to their dorm the next morning. Looking in the mirror, he sighed. His normal pale skin seemed almost translucent with dark shadows under his eyes from a night spent worrying. He had taken his normal steps to calm himself to no avail. He'd gotten up, had his morning coffee, returned to his room and did yoga for an hour to relaxing music. After a shower, he'd dressed and sat in the window seat drinking tea. Still, his stomach was in knots as he thought about the talk that he knew was going to happen. He needed to keep a level head, making sure to tamp down his temper and tendency to react instantly and without thought. He had to handle this situation with kid gloves if he had any hope of making his case for New York. He had a few ideas up his sleeve to try and direct the end result in his favor. It could be seen as manipulating but he thought it was the best way to guarantee a peaceful conversation. Like he'd read in a book somewhere, he wasn't a manipulator, he preferred the term 'outcome engineer'. Taking a deep breath, he headed for the door.
Blaine watched from the window as his soul mate stalled his arrival by sitting in his car. He didn't blame him, he knew the feeling. All morning he'd been going over and over what he wanted to say and the best way to handle the situation. He had told his grandfather that the plan they had decided on would be a last resort. First he would try to talk Kurt into seeing his side and hopefully persuade him into agreeing without using alternative methods.
As Kurt stepped through the door, he opened his side of the emotional bond partway so Blaine could feel his love. He didn't try to hide his nerves, which were honest and true, probably for both of them. His assumption proved true when he felt the almost desperate tension and anxiety from Blaine. He took the first step, one of his ideas, and walked to his soul mate, sliding his arms around his waist and leaning in for a warm kiss.
Blaine hummed into the kiss, slotting their lips together as they moved gently together. Blaine cupped Kurt's cheeks, pink with pleasure, teasing the seam of his lips with his tongue. Kurt opened for him, sighing and leaning in for more.
"Be with me," Blaine whispered, leaning back to look into Kurt's blue green eyes. The need for comfort from his soulmate was strong and had nothing to do with their talk. He simply wanted to be with him.
"Okay," Kurt murmured. He was unsure if this was the right decision, but it felt good and right for now. He would deal with the consequences later.
Blaine led them to the bedroom where they slowly undressed each other. Kurt lay on the bed and Blaine hovered over him, kissing him deeply as he reached for the lube. Setting it aside, he kissed all over Kurt's face and down his neck. Kurt moaned as Blaine sucked and nibbled on the sensitive skin of his neck and collarbone. Blaine took his time, traveling down Kurt's body, enjoying the pink flush spreading down his lean chest. He lightly bit one nipple then the other as he listened to Kurt's gasps and felt his hands sifting through Blaine's curls. He hummed in pleasure, continuing down Kurt's body, swirling his tongue in Kurt's belly button and spreading more kisses down to the delicate V near his hips. He suckled bruises into each hip, his Dom instincts growling with pride seeing his mark on his pale sub.
"Blaine," Kurt whimpered. "Please."
"Okay baby," Blaine replied. He gave one long lick up his hard cock, enjoying the sob of pleasure Kurt let escape.
He grabbed the lube and spent several minutes slowly opening Kurt's body, kissing him deeply, exploring the depths of his mouth. Saddened by the shadows under Kurt's eyes, he kissed his eyes softly before returning to the soft lips that he loved so much. Satisfied that Kurt was ready, he lined himself up and eased into Kurt's hot channel. They both groaned at the sensation as Blaine pushed into him until he was bottomed out. Blaine took a moment and savored the feeling of being completely buried in Kurt's ass. There was something animalistic about them being so connected and it drove him crazy. He knew he needed to be gentle, though, so he slowly began easing in and out, wanting to show Kurt how much he loved him.
"Blaine," Kurt moaned after a moment. "Go harder, please, I need you. Don't hold back."
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, his whole body shivering at his words. The animal side of him very much approved of Kurt's idea, but he had to be certain.
"Yes," Kurt whispered, rolling his hips sharply up into Blaine's.
"Shit," Blaine bit out before meeting Kurt's hips with his own.
They began speeding up their thrusts until Blaine was pounding into him, both of them crying out with pleasure. Kurt growled deep in his throat, loving the rough feel of the bruising pace and anticipated being sore when they were through. The sensations were delicious and he couldn't help planting his feet on the bed and pushing his hips even harder into Blaine's.
"Fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last," Blaine bit out.
"Me either. I wanna feel you come, Blaine, please," Kurt begged, wanting to feel the hot jets of fluid filling him up.
The words made Blaine growl and he pounded into Kurt several more times before shouting as he came deep inside his soulmate. Kurt whined loudly at the feeling of Blaine coming and allowed himself to let go with a deep groan. As they came down from their highs, Kurt embraced Blaine and cradled him against his body.
"I love you," Blaine whispered.
"I love you too," Kurt said.
They said no more beyond that. After a few minutes, Blaine eased off him and went into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth and cleaned Kurt tenderly. Slipping into a pair of jeans, he told Kurt he was going to make them coffee. Kurt got up wincing and then smiling at the deep ache in his ass and low back. He dressed in loose yoga pants and Blaine's Dalton t-shirt which he knew Blaine loved to see him in.
Sighing as he left the bedroom, he knew it was time for 'The Talk'. Implementing another of his ideas, he awaited Blaine's entrance to the living room.
Blaine had his back turned, pouring them each a cup of coffee, mixing Kurt's just as he liked it and turned to meet him in the living room. Gasping, he had to hold tight to the mugs of coffee so he didn't drop them. Kurt was kneeling on the floor, hands in his lap, his head slightly tilted down, though he met Blaine's gaze head on. To make the moment perfect, he was kneeling next to Blaine's favorite end of the couch.
"Kurt, baby, you look so beautiful," he breathed as he came into the room. Setting the mugs on the coffee table, he sat before leaning over and kissing Kurt warmly.
"Thank you," Kurt replied, accepting the compliment, pleased that Blaine was happy, even if he'd done it on purpose. He may not like these obvious displays of submission, but he honestly did want Blaine to be happy. This was a small way to show he cared as they began their discussion.
"Kurt," Blaine began. "You know my stance on where we go for college. I readily admit that I may have been remiss in stating how much I want to go to UCLA. I was thinking about our early conversations and I remember trying to impress you by saying I wanted to go to New York so we'd have more in common. Of course I also fibbed and said I wanted to study music so you'd think I was the creative type like you," Blaine said, blushing lightly.
Kurt smiled. "You were awfully cute. Who knew you were fibbing just to flirt with me."
"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not," he grinned. "I couldn't believe such a stunning boy would spend time with me. Anyway, regardless, I did get a full ride scholarship to one of the best colleges in the country, which just happens to be the college the men in my family have gone to. That is really rare, only a few scholarships like this one are given each year. Even if I didn't get the scholarship, I would want to go there. I need you with me, Kurt."
"Blaine, I think you want me with you, not need me. We can easily exchange energy through the bond and we can Skype and text each other all day if we need to," Kurt said calmly.
"That is not taking care of each other and supporting each other as we should be. Being near each other helps ease the worries and stress of daily struggles. I may be able to gain strength through the bond, but I will still be weaker without my soulmate nearby." He meant he needed his sub nearby, but knew it wouldn't help his case.
Kurt saw through Blaine's reasoning for the guilt trip it was and took a deep breath before replying. "So I should give up my own scholarship and schooling to be there in case you are worried? I'm sorry, but I can't do that. We'll be fine and we'll each achieve our dreams, just like we've always wanted to. No matter what you believe," Kurt said, keeping his voice soft, "soulmates can exist for years without each other near as long as they are fully Claimed, as we are."
"Kurt, do you understand that this is a family school? That it is seen as a rite of passage in the Anderson family?" Blaine asked, trying another tactic of reasoning.
"I do understand that. And it is a tradition, for you. New York is the beginning of my own tradition of following my dreams. You've known this from the very first day we met. Is this all because you don't to be alone?" Kurt questioned. It was getting harder with each response to keep his temper in check. He tightened the reins on his emotions, so Blaine wouldn't feel his growing irritation.
"It's not about being alone," Blaine insisted. "I need you near me. You love me so well and I practically require that love just to exist day to day." Seeing the darkening expression on Kurt's face, he changed tactics again, delving into the arguments his grandfather had suggested. "I know you want to study fashion. How would you like to create your own line, create your Kurt Hummel brand, right now? Without needing a degree."
"You know I would love that. It would be a dream come true. You've seen my portfolio, I'm more than ready. It's just not possible," Kurt responded.
"I have seen your portfolio and you are tremendously talented, I've always thought so. Everyone who has seen your designs and your personal style knows you are a creative genius," Blaine said, letting Kurt feel his emotions. He was completely sincere and meant every word he said.
Kurt blushed and looked down. "Thank you," he said quietly, overwhelmed by the strength of Blaine's feelings.
Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt sweetly. He knew it was time for another idea from Grandpa and put a finger under Kurt's chin. "If you came with me to California, you could take all the time you wanted and put all of your energy into your line," Blaine offered.
"What are you getting at?" Kurt had heard this line of reasoning before, it was nothing new. But he couldn't help but glow a little at the thought of seeing his dream come to fruition.
Blaine sees the glimmer of interest and shared his news. "Grandpa said he will dip into my inheritance, which is apparently quite large," Blaine said, slowly shutting down the majority of his emotions.
Kurt senses the change and covers his own in response. Sadly, he realized he felt like he couldn't trust Blaine as much as he did just seconds earlier.
"When I told Grandpa that you didn't want to come out and support me through medical school," Blaine said, unable to feel bad about heaping more guilt on Kurt. "He offered to bankroll your line. He wants to make your dream come true and cover all the costs."
Kurt looked at him, stunned. He forgot his anger at Blaine's obvious guilt trip and let himself imagine himself producing his line. KH Fashions. Kurt Hummel Limited. Design by Kurt Hummel. He saw himself presenting his line to famous designers in L.A. and seeing his garments on Rodeo Drive.
Blaine sees and feels a hint of excitement from Kurt and jumps on it. "We would be able to afford an apartment with enough rooms for an office for me and a workroom for you. All the equipment you need, new sewing machines, dress forms, all of it. You could even be open your own boutique," he said. He hated having to resort to bribery, but the story the person wrote on the UCLA forum and Grandpa's own history were just too enticing to ignore. He had to go for it and reach for his dream.
"You would have all day to shop and create, sight see, anything you wanted to do. You'd have time to take those cooking classes you talked about, you could grocery shop and put something together for dinner," Blaine continued.
As Blaine carried on outlining all the things Kurt would have time for, he began to catch onto the not so subtle ways Blaine was describing Kurt's 'perfect' life. In reality, however, he was describing Blaine's opinion of the life of a perfect sub. Spending the day as he wanted but ready with dinner on the table and kneeling by the time his Dom got home.
Kurt had to call him on it. "Really Blaine? Do you think I don't know what you're doing?"
"What do you mean? I'm trying to give us the best possible life," Blaine insisted. His emotions were sincere because it really was his view of their ideal life. His beautiful Kurt kneeling at the door, a delicious dinner on the table. The ultimate life would include his sub on the floor near his chair during dinner as Blaine picked out the choicest cuts of food to share with Kurt to nourish his body. Seeing and knowing his sweet sub was getting the best of what he needed would satisfy Blaine's most basic needs. His grandfather had added even more to his vision by sharing how in the early days of his marriage, his grandmother would kneel on a special pillow near the couch as his grandfather would read at night. He eventually had her stop as she got older. Kurt would look lovely on a soft, supportive cushion that would cradle his body so he could be comfortable for hours. Kurt would find peace and contentment leaning against his legs as they shared about their days. Kurt would offer massages and maybe even blowjobs as Blaine studied hard at his desk. It would all pay off when he was Dr. Anderson and his magnificent sub would be Kurt Hummel, world famous designer. He jerked out of his daydream when Kurt snapped his fingers in Blaine's face.
"Hello? Blaine? Are you even listening? I'm not buying this. I'm not going to let you trick me and manipulate me with visions of fashion designs when all you really want is the ideal stay-at-home sub," Kurt ranted. He'd seen Blaine's expression and felt the dreamy emotions through their bond. Blaine had lost himself in visions of Kurt's personal nightmare.
Blaine got irritated. "Is that really so bad? Do you have any idea how tough med school is going to be? I need you there, supporting me, and yes, taking care of my needs," he said.
"What you need is a slave, Blaine. You don't want Kurt, your soulmate. You want Kurt, the kneeling sub who is at your service at all hours," Kurt bit out.
Blaine's voice raised until he was nearly yelling. "Is that such a wrong thing to want? You were born for this! You are my submissive. You are my other half, the part that completes me by giving me what I lack. I need you, and yes, when you kneel, it fills a need in me to know you are giving me your all," he said, glaring at Kurt, whose mouth was agape had his diva eyebrow raised.
"Born for this? Are you kidding me? What about the things that would complete me? It would complete me for you to give me what I want and need. That includes me receiving your strength, love and support while I'm in New York. I would set aside the daily love and comfort of your presence while I'm in New York, becoming more complete as I graduated from Parsons with a degree. I will get what my nature craves on weekends and during holidays when we are able to be together. Like I said before, we can Skype and call to get a quick fix. So, I'm sorry, Blaine, but it's final. I am not going to California," Kurt said firmly. There was no use in continuing an argument that would just continue circling around and around with no decision made.
Blaine's blood was boiling and he opened his emotions wide so Kurt would know how furious he was. This was not the way things were supposed to go. It had worked for Grandpa, why did Kurt have to be so difficult? So against his nature? He felt like he was going to explode. This needed to end. Now. In his favor. His final tactic was the exact one he'd read on the forum. One simple order.
"You are not going to Parsons. You are not going to New York. You will go to California with me," he fumed. "You will not fight me on this," he ordered, before storming out of the room.
Kurt stood, frozen, his mouth open in shock. The Dom order to not fight was so strong, he felt like he couldn't move. His tongue was paralyzed as he tried to argue. There was no more he could do.
He finally sat, dazed at how quickly everything had been turned around. Thought after thought raced through his mind, but it seemed even his mind was under the order. He rested his head on the back of the couch, his eyes closed. He heard the shower running and rubbed his temples as his head pounded. There was no choice but to go along with Blaine's order. Suddenly he sat up, his mind racing. Going through every possibility, he could find no reason his idea wouldn't work. Grinning, he got up to start making lunch like the good little sub he was. He wouldn't fight Blaine about going to California. He just wouldn't go at all.