Unlock My Heart

by xCaellachx

At age 16, a Mark appears on the wrist. A key means you are a Dom. A lock means you are a sub. A single touch can lead you to your soulmate. Kurt must adjust his way of seeing things and living in order to live up to the Mark he's been given. Above all, he is intent on living up to his own standards and nobody else's, no matter what. D/s A/U Klaine, Kelliot, tiny bit of Kurtbastian

46. Chapter 46

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you… the last chapter of Unlock My Heart.

Last time…

Kurt's head was still swimming, the effects of the wine still strong in his system. He couldn't get over the fact that he'd just broken up with Elliot. His love, the man he had already committed himself fully to in his heart. He just had to keep reminding himself that it was for the best. There was no way he could put Elliot through the heartbreak that would inevitably come when some nameless, faceless Dom asshole came along and claimed Kurt as his own.

. . . . . . .

"Dani, I just can't do it. Please, just give me this one performance and then I'll be back," Kurt promised. He couldn't face Elliot. Not yet. Not when it still hurts so damn bad. Conversely, the thought of seeing Elliot in pain made him want to rip his skin off his body. Had he made the right decision?

"Kurt, I get that you're having personal issues," Dani said. Kurt hadn't told her what happened, just that he couldn't make this one performance, their regular gig at the Liquid Kitty. "This is as much a business as it is a band. You are part of the band and we really need you to be there."

Kurt felt awful that he was letting her down. But he needed time, just one more week, please. It hadn't been easy to avoid Elliot at school the past week. Every time he saw that gorgeous black and blue hair, he'd turned around and walked the other way. To add to his discomfort, people were staring at him because of the gloves, but he refused to take them off in public. Paranoid? Yes, absolutely. Necessary. Yes, if for no other reason than his peace of mind.

"Dani, I understand and you can absolutely dock my share. I …shit… Dani, it's about me and Elliot. Please, I just can't see him right now," he finished with a whisper.

He heard a soft gasp. "Oh sweetie, no," she said quietly.

"I had to, Dani," Kurt said tearfully. "I can't tell you any more than that, but it was necessary. I hurt him so bad. I just need one more week to be brave enough to see him. It's not even fair that he has to perform. He's the one who is hurt more. He is such a better man than me," he babbled.

"Kurt, sweetie, stop. I get it. I'm not going to pry, but know that I am here for you just as much as I am for Elliot. Maybe I can come by after the gig?" she offered.

Kurt sighed, his shoulders sagging heavily. "That would be wonderful. I've felt so alone. I would talk to Sami or Tim, but I … I don't know. I don't want them to be angry, you know? They would want to kick my ass and I'm just not ready for that yet."

"You just need some comfort, not a bunch of opinions," Dani said.

Kurt loved this about Dani. She was a Dom and it showed through in her ability to care for people in the exact way they needed to be. She had a mothering spirit and the people who were in her heart were blessed indeed.

"Exactly," he said. "I really am sorry about the gig. If there is anything I can do to make up for it. Maybe I can meet up with Max tomorrow and help sort and clean up the gear?"

"I'm sure Max would love that. He'll have Tristan with him, I know he'll be happy to see you," Dani said, a smile in her voice.

Kurt grinned too. He really enjoyed the small man who loved Max so devotedly. He was fun and silly and so sweet he gave all of them toothaches. "I'd love to see him. It sounds like exactly what I need."

"I'll let Max know. What do you want me to tell the band?" Dani asked.

"Shit. I don't want to lie. I guess just tell them I can't be there tonight, plain and simple," Kurt said with a shrug. He didn't know what else to say.

"They love you, Porcelain. They'll understand. I'll give them the 'mom' look," she said.

"That look can say so many things," Kurt stated, his spirit beginning to feel lighter than it had all week. "It can say everything from 'shut the fuck up' to 'you are loved more than anything else in the world'. And we all know you mean every word through that look. I love you, Dani," he said.

"I am that good," Dani said arrogantly before laughing.

"Yeah you are," Kurt agreed. They giggled for a moment. "I appreciate this, Dani. I know it's irresponsible."

"It is what it is," she told him. "We'll get by just fine, there are plenty of songs that can be done without our beautiful Porcelain."

He could feel the guilt she was heaping on. "Thanks a lot, Mama."

Another giggle rang in his ear. "Damn, I really am good at this."

"Mean Mama. I'll see you tonight?"

"Yep, I'll text you when I'm on the way. Can I just crash there?" she asked.

"Absolutely, that'll be awesome. We can watch movies until the sun comes up," Kurt said, excited to have something to look forward to. He could keep busy by cleaning the loft and preparing for his friend to come over.

"Sounds good to me. I love you, Porcelain," she said warmly.

"I love you, too, Mama," he returned, smooching into the phone.

She smooched back and they hung up.

. . . . . . . .

Kurt walked into the Liquid Kitty that night, dressed down to fit in with the crowd. He didn't want to stick out, he didn't want to be seen altogether. He was in loose jeans – which felt very alien –, a gray v-neck shirt, and a beanie to cover up his hair. Finding a stool in the dark edge of the bar, he sat down and watched the band perform. It was an original song that Elliot, or Starchild as he was tonight, wrote. He was a talented song writer and would definitely have a career in it if he didn't love fashion so much. When the song ended, he clapped along with the crowd. It was different to see things from this view. The people were definitely enjoying the music. A huge crowd surrounded the stage with folks dancing and people cheering and singing along. In the back near where he was, people were enjoying their drinks, but most were still watching the performance. It made him proud to be a part of something so special.

He couldn't stay away tonight. He'd intended to stay at home, cleaning and getting ready for a night in with Dani. But he had to see him, had to make sure he was okay.

He wasn't.

From where Kurt was sitting, he could see the slight sag to Elliot's shoulders, the fake smile that he shot to the audience. Kurt was responsible for that.

Dani and Max began the intro to the next song and Elliot looked out at the audience. "This song is for him." That was all Elliot said before he began to sing.

I can hold my breath

I can bite my tongue

I can stay awake for days

If that's what you want

Be your number one

I can fake a smile

I can force a laugh

I can dance and play the part

If that's what you ask

Give you all I am

I can do it

I can do it

I can do it

But I'm only human

And I bleed when I fall down

I'm only human

And I crash and I break down

Your words in my head, knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

'Cause I'm only human

Kurt trembled as tears streamed down his face. Elliot's pain was palpable, his eyes closed as he poured his heart out through the song. His beautiful voice powered through the notes, becoming the lyrics as he sang. He looked broken. Kurt had done this to him. He had been so damn wrong and so many things.

I can turn it on

Be a good machine

I can hold the weight of worlds

If that's what you need

Be your everything

I can do it

I can do it

I'll get through it

But I'm only human

And I bleed when I fall down

I'm only human

And I crash and I break down

Your words in my head, knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

'Cause I'm only human

I'm only human

I'm only human

Just a little human

I can take so much

'Til I've had enough

'Cause I'm only human

And I bleed when I fall down

I'm only human

And I crash and I break down

Your words in my head, knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

'Cause I'm only human

Kurt watched, accepting a napkin from the bartender who saw him crying quietly. He could barely breathe, the pain was so heavy in his heart. As the last strains of the song rang out, he slipped through the door. If he stayed even a minute longer, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from running up to the stage and clinging to Elliot. All he knew for sure was that he had to fix things and pronto.

. . . . . .

"I saw you tonight," Dani announced. "I think Elliot might have too."

Kurt stared at her, his mouth dropping. That was quite a statement seeing as they had just settled in with cocoa with a rom-com playing its opening credits in the background. Instead of starting in on character bashing and acting critiques, Dani drops a bomb.

"What?" Kurt squeaked. "Do you know for sure if he did?" Should he have stayed and tried to talk to him? Did Elliot think he was a coward? Would he ever talk to Kurt again? He felt a pinch on his arm and yelped, glaring at Dani.

"Shit, Kurt, calm the hell down! I can practically hear the self-flagellation going on in there. No, I am not one hundred percent certain whether he saw you or not. I was watching you walk out and noticed Elliot's eyes were turned in the same direction," Dani smirked. "Maybe he was checking out the ass of a hot guy at the club."

Kurt's eyes widened. Was that what he'd been doing? Did he have the right to be jealous seeing as it was his own ass? Shit, this was exhausting. He slapped his hands on his thighs. "Screw this. I'm not going to eat myself up with all this negative thinking. I'm going to fix things and I think I have a plan. I just need the band to help me out." He'd also had an epiphany. He and Elliot had been intimate for months. They were obviously not soulmates. He was safe with Elliot. It was perfect. He would just ignore the tiny sting he felt at Elliot not being his soulmate.

"Sounds good to me. I always love a good reunion scene. Better than this drivel," she said, glaring at the popular actress whining about her misfortune. "Are you going to tell me what happened between you and Elliot?"

Kurt thought about it for a minute. While he'd told his new family about his past with Blaine, he hadn't shared about the changes in his Mark. He wasn't sure if he was ready to divulge that yet. "I am dealing with some really stupid insecurities and I took it out on Elliot. It wasn't fair to him and I didn't even give either of us a chance to work through it. I just freaked out and broke up with him."

Dani listened silently, taking Kurt's hand and playing with his fingers. When he finished, she smiled gently. "And now?"

"Now, I want him back. I love him so much it feels like I can't breathe. I am a strong, independent man and I've proven that to myself over the past year. Now I am choosing to let someone be strong with me and that means sharing everything with him. Fears and insecurities included." He sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand. "Am I making any kind of sense here?"

"Of course. Depending on someone's love doesn't make you dependent on them. It doesn't take away from your own inner strength. I think it adds to it. The two of you together makes the other stronger," she said, squeezing his hand.

"Your compassion kung-fu is strong," Kurt said with a giggle.

"You, sir, are a dweeb. Now, let's watch this stupid movie and then we can plan your comeback." Dani snuggled into his side and proceeded to tear apart the wardrobe choices in the movie.

. . . . . . .

He'd worked it out with the band over the course of the week. Kurt had stopped avoiding Elliot and had taken to making eye contact and smiling. It killed him each time he saw the sad smile that was given in return.

Singing back up with Elliot tonight was hard as hell, but they were both professional about it, keeping their normal interactions so the crowd could enjoy it. Kurt made sure he made complete eye contact and didn't try to hide the fact that he found Elliot sexy as they danced around each other.

He'd dressed appropriately for his epic make-up scene. He was dressed in all black like Elliot loved. His jeans rode a bit low on his hips while his black boat-neck top was just long enough to brush his belt. It was perfect for when he raised his arms as he sang and danced (which he purposely did more of than usual) because the shirt pulled up, exposing his hipbones and lower belly. Elliot had a weakness for his hips. He also had a thing for his collarbones, ergo the boat-neck. He didn't particularly like the style, but anything to bring Elliot's attention his way just a bit more was worth it. Kurt hoped Elliot would look at him and only be able to picture sucking bruising marks into his pale skin. He'd finished the look with a bit more kohl liner than usual and shiny lip balm to bring extra attention to his lips. Audience members, the club staff, even Max and Tristan had given him once and twice overs. The latter two shared a look before giving him a wink. They then proceeded to kiss each other, so full of tongue that everyone switched their attention to them, especially as Max picked Tristan up until they were the same height. (Kurt didn't know what it was, but he found the height difference extremely hot.)

They were scheduled for a break after the first set and Dani had asked Elliot to run to the bar and grab her a drink. He looked at her funny because Tristan usually played gofer for them, but the small man had conveniently disappeared from the stage area. He finally shrugged and headed off the stage. As soon as he reached the bar, Max began playing the introduction to the song Kurt had picked after hours of searching.

Kurt took center stage, holding onto the mic stand with both hands.

"This is for him," he announced, repeating what Elliot had said. He was nervous as hell, especially when Elliot whirled around and stared at them in shock. He started heading back when Kurt held his hand up, motioning him to stop and pleading with his eyes for him to listen. He kept eye contact with Elliot as he began singing his heart.

Will you listen to my story?

It'll just be a minute

How can I explain?

What ever happened here

Never meant to hurt you

How could I cause you so much pain?

Kurt stared into Elliot's eyes, pleading with him to understand what he was saying through the lyrics. He knew he'd fucked up and hurt the man he loved more than anything. This had to work, this had to open the door so he could apologize to his love. He reached his hand out as he sang, offering his heart and his sincere regret.

When I say I'm sorry

Will you believe me?

Listen to my story

Say you won't leave me

When I say I'm sorry

Can you forgive me?

When I say I'll always be there

Will you believe?

Will you believe me?

All the words that I come up with

They're like gasoline on flames

There's no excuse

No explanation

Believe me

If I could I'd undo what I did wrong

I'd give away all that I own

Nodding his head as he sang, he tried to convey that he agreed with the lyrics. He would give up everything he had, down to his last McQueen, in order to have Elliot back in his arms.

When I say I'm sorry

Will you believe me?

Listen to my story

Say you won't leave me

When I say I'm sorry

Can you forgive me?

When I say I'll always be there

Will you believe?

Will you believe me?

If I told you

I've been cleaning my soul

And if I promised you

I'll regain control

Will you open your door?

And let me in?

Take me for who I am

And not for who I've been?

He held the note as long as he could, belting it out. He vaguely noted the audience applauding and yelling in appreciation. All he cared about was those gray eyes that he could see as clearly as if he was standing right next to him. Please forgive me, he pleaded with his gaze.

Who I've been...

When I say I'm sorry

Will you believe me?

Listen to my story

Say you won't leave me

When I say I'm sorry

Can you forgive me?

When I say I'll always be there

Will you believe?

When I say I'm sorry…

Dani began echoing him in the final lyrics as Elliot headed toward the stage. Kurt began singing the last stanza, just as Elliot leaped onto the stage and grabbed him and pulling him close.

"You are mine," Elliot said fiercely, staring deeply into his eyes.

"You are mine," Kurt copied, offering his mouth up for a kiss. Elliot growled his agreement and grabbed the back of his head to hold him still as he plunged his tongue in to lick into Kurt's mouth like a starving man. Kurt groaned and massaged the insistent tongue with his own, allowing Elliot to dominate the kiss. Kurt gave of himself, hoping Elliot got the message that he was ready to give everything to him.

The crowd was going wild behind them as Dani and Max kept playing, Sami echoing the chorus in the background.

Elliot grabbed Kurt by the waist and dipped him down, leaving his mouth to kiss and nibble down his neck. When he reached his favorite spot near Kurt's collarbone, he began sucking and biting at it, not holding back on his teeth. Kurt yelped and groaned loudly, thankful for the music that covered up his sounds.

The applause, whistles, and screams from the audience nearly drowned out the band and Elliot pulled Kurt back up, keeping him close.

"Come home with me?" Kurt asked hopefully.

"Home is with you," Elliot said. "Hold on tight," he warned.

"What?" Kurt asked.

"We're gonna get the crowd as hot and bothered as we are," Elliot said with a wink.

He grabbed Kurt by the thighs and effortlessly lifted him up. Kurt immediately wrapped his long legs around Elliot's waist as Elliot grabbed his ass. Kurt whimpered in his ear, his cock immediately hard from being held like this. Arms around his neck, Kurt nuzzled in close and began nipping and licking at Elliot's earlobe.

Dani quit playing, watching the crowd with wide eyes as Max started in on a loud, bass-filled drum solo as the audience went wild. Seeing Elliot holding Kurt up with his hands on his ass as they devoured each other apparently struck a chord with people and everywhere couples began making out.

"Sex riot!" Sami screamed into the microphone. "Joseph, where are you?"

From the depths of the people, her soul mate burst up onto the stage and grabbed her up bridal style, kissing her to the hoots of the crowd.

Elliot finally eased Kurt back down, making sure he slid close enough to feel his hard cock.

"Let's finish this," Elliot said, signaling to Sami and nodding to Max. Joseph left the stage as Dani began playing. The song started and they all took their places. The crowd continued to look like they were one step away from having a giant orgy, but quickly got back into the music.

Kurt was breathless and so fucking horny, it was a wonder his pants hadn't burst open. There was something naughty about continuing their set, singing with a hard on. People noticed and Kurt just made eye contact and winked.

It was only an hour but felt like days by the time they finished their set. It was obvious everyone was beyond eager to get home as they broke down their equipment and had everything packed and ready to leave in less than half an hour.

They all waved goodbye to each other. Max with Tristan by his side. Dani and her coffee shop beau, Stephen, heading off to grab a cab. Sami and Joseph, of course, already making out on the street corner.

Elliot grabbed Kurt's hand and they headed to the subway. They didn't speak the entire way to Kurt's loft, but their hands stayed clasped and their eyes were locked on each other.

As soon as the loft door was closed and locked behind them, they began stripping off their clothes. Their eyes continued to meet, though now their gazes roamed over the other in appreciation of their nude forms.

Together they walked into Kurt's room, Elliot taking Kurt into his arms and kissing him, licking along his bottom lip before dipping into his mouth.

Kurt broke away, he had to say it. "Elliot, I am so…"

"I know, mon doux, I know. Don't think about that, just be here with me now," Elliot said, nuzzling his way down to Kurt's collarbone to attack the side he hadn't yet marked with a bruise. "You are mine now."

"Oh god, yes," Kurt moaned. "Elliot, make love to me."

Elliot leaned up and looked into his eyes. "Make love?"

"Yes, I want you to make love to me, all of me," Kurt said meaningfully.

"You're sure?" Elliot asked, as his gray eyes became almost completely black with lust.

"More than anything else in the world," Kurt assured him, his gaze sure. "If you want to that is. I know you haven't since Declan."

Elliot silenced him with a kiss so deep, Kurt couldn't have breathed if he tried. They both moaned, their bodies and minds overtaken with their need for each other.

Elliot backed him up towards the bed until they were both laying in the center. Kurt was laying comfortably on the pillow, enjoying Elliot's light kisses and nips to his mouth and throat. He gently rolled his hips up, moaning as their cocks rubbed against each other.

"Oh fuck," Elliot groaned. "I need you so damn bad, there is no way I'm going to last." He licked his way down to Kurt's dusky nipples, tonguing them and scratching lightly over them. He savored each whimper and cry from Kurt every time his fingernail caught the tight bud. "What do you say we take the edge off, hmm?"

Kurt whimpered. "I think that is a fantastic idea." He reached over to his bedside table and dug out his lube, handing it to Elliot. "You need to be touching me now."

"That is not a problem," Elliot smiled and grabbed Kurt's hand, pouring some lube on his palm. He rubbed their hands together before guiding their hands to their hard and leaking cocks.

The feel of their hands slipping and sliding up and down, grasping tighter and tighter made their cries escalate.

"Harder," Kurt demanded with a low growl.

Elliot squeezed their hands tighter, twisting their wrists on the upstroke, until they were both thrusting into it.

"Ah!" Kurt cried, his balls tightening before he exploded, come shooting up his abdomen to his chest.

Elliot gave two more quick pulls before grunting and letting loose, also on Kurt's torso. After a moment, he gently released their hands and they collapsed against one another, panting heavily.

"I needed that," Kurt said on a sigh.

"Hm. Ditto," Elliot replied. He leaned up and Kurt watched as Elliot stared down at the mess that was now smeared on both of them. Grinning at Kurt wickedly, he swiped his finger through it, gathering a good bit, then stuck it in his mouth, sucking on it with a loud moan of pleasure.

"Elliot, I can get hard again yet, I'm too sensitive," Kurt whined. "Not fair."

His lover smirked. "I can't help it if we taste like ambrosia together," he commented, leaning down to lick the bit that had landed on Kurt's hipbone before giving it a nibble. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love your hips?"

Kurt blushed. "You might have mentioned it a time or two." He remembered many a time when Elliot would spend long minutes licking then nipping and finally sucking on his hips until he had nice colorful bruises. Elliot would tell him it was to remind Kurt of him all day long. Like Kurt could think of anything else when his tight jeans would rub against the bruises causing him to gasp lightly no matter where he was or what he was doing.

They finally made it to the bathroom to clean up before heading to the kitchen for food. Kurt cooked them grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches which they ate naked. They didn't talk much but their eyes rarely strayed from the other.

"Do you want to top?"

Kurt almost dropped his glass of water and looked at him. "What? Really?"

Elliot grinned. "I'm good with either, mon doux."

Kurt was shocked, he thought Doms always topped. So he said as much to Elliot.

Shaking his head, Elliot sipped his water before taking their plates to the sink. "Yet another assumption passed along from our more anal retentive Doms, pun intended. Sex is sex. We each enjoy what we will. I bottomed several times with Declan. He preferred bottoming, but knew I enjoyed him inside me so we did from time to time. It's like any other preference in the bedroom. I love sucking your cock, you love rimming me. I like to bottom and I'm man enough to admit it."

Kurt's eyes had glazed over the moment Elliot had said the phrase 'I enjoyed him inside me'. His cock was definitely waking back up and he finally looked at Elliot who was staring at him hungrily.

"You are amazing, you know that?" Kurt said, coming over and winding his arms around Elliot's neck.

"If you are simply addressing my openness in the bedroom, then I'm only amazing because you've been with an egotistical prick. Bottoming has no effect on Doms. It tends to feel more natural to top, but that's it," he said.

"Well, okay, but I still think you are amazing. It makes me wonder about the other Doms I knew growing up and at Dalton. Were any of them open about what they wanted? Did they even realize there was a different way of doing things?" Kurt wondered aloud. "Screw that. I'm going to concentrate on the magnificently naked man in my arms."

"Mm, sounds good to me," Elliot said and brought their lips together in a searing kiss hi

Many moments later, Elliot pulled back. "So, did you have a preference?"

Kurt thought about it. "I think for our first time I want to bottom. I've dreamed of your cock inside me too many times to pass up the chance," he said with a wink when he saw Elliot's mouth drop at his words.

"Bed," his boyfriend grunted.

"Absolutely," Kurt agreed.

Minutes later, they were making out, hands roaming over the others body, whimpers, moans, cries of pleasure filling the wide open space.

"Mon doux," Elliot whispered as his lubed up finger traced along his hole.

Kurt nodded his permission, gasping when a second later that finger slowly sank into him. He had fingered himself a few times since the last time he'd had penetrative sex, but there was nothing like someone else doing it.

Elliot stroked his finger in and out, gritting his teeth at the tight heat encasing his finger. He couldn't allow himself to think what it would feel like wrapped around his cock or he'd blow right then. Rubbing a second finger around Kurt's opening, he gently slid it in, watching Kurt's face for any sign of discomfort. A slight shadow crossed his face before a long sigh of pleasure escaped him. Crooking his fingers, he found Kurt's prostate and gently pressed on it. His lover's eyes shot open, a loud cry escaping him, his back arching.

"More," he demanded, panting.

Elliot eased a third finger inside him before massaging the bundle of nerves again. Kurt thrashed on the bed and Elliot watched, so turned on by Kurt's pleasure that he groaned.

"Mon doux, are you ready?" Elliot asked somewhat desperately.

"Oh, yeah, so very ready," Kurt said, whining when Elliot's fingers slipped from his body. He lifted his hips when Elliot nudged him so he could slip a pillow under him.

"Do you want me to wear a condom?" Elliot asked, hoping beyond hope that the answer would be no.

"Hell no," Kurt said, frowning. "I want to feel all of you."

"Thank god," Elliot said with a smile.

Kurt spread his knees for his lover who grabbed his thigh as he lined himself up before pressing in slowly. They both moaned loudly at the sensations. Kurt had no words to describe the exquisite feeling of Elliot's cock inside him. He did wonder momentarily at how the hell he'd never noticed how thick his cock was. The stretch, however, was welcomed and kept the gasps and groans falling from his lips.

Elliot bit the inside of cheek so hard he was certain he was bleeding as he held back his desire to come as soon as he was seated fully inside Kurt. The intense heat, the stranglehold Kurt's ass had on his cock were almost more than he could handle. He panted and grunted in his efforts to gain control over himself.

After a moment of catching their breath, they finally made eye contact as Elliot pulled back before pushing all the way into him. Crying out in ecstasy, Kurt motioned to Elliot who helped him raise his legs up until his ankles rested on his shoulders. The next thrust seemed to go twice as deep as before and Kurt full out wailed for the longest moment.

"Okay, mon doux?" Elliot grunted, needing to make sure.

Kurt nodded shakily. "Again," he begged.

Elliot began thrusting more firmly into him, Kurt raising his hips as much as he was able. Their eyes stayed locked on each other. It was as if they'd been making love with each other for years as their bodies moved in sync.

"Harder, please baby," Kurt cried out, his eyes watering with the exquisite sensations.

"Anything for you," Elliot returned, wiping a tear from Kurt's cheek. He felt the depth of their exchange as well.

Holding Kurt's hips in his hands, he thrust into him harder and harder until they were both shaking. Kurt was clenching around him, his body twitching as he neared the end of his control. Elliot wasn't far behind, his hips stuttering in their rhythm, his cries getting longer and louder.

They hit their peak at the same moment, pleasure rolling through their bodies like a tidal wave. It felt like the orgasms were ripping them apart at the seams. Kurt wailed at the intensity surging through him while Elliot groaned Kurt's name in a guttural tone, sounding like he'd been smoking for years. The orgasms continued to wrack them for long moments, both gasping for air, their cries echoing in the open loft.

Just when they thought the sensations were ebbing, another particularly strong wave hit them like a delicious punch. Kurt's head flew back and he screamed loud and long. Elliot's answering howls made his back arch with the strength of it.

They had never felt closer than they were in that moment. Both of them felt it, their emotions rising from themselves, melding. Their strength growing and becoming one. An electric jolt seared in their arms and suddenly the orgasms released them, their wrung out bodies slumping to the bed.

For several minutes, they lay there trying to catch their breath. Elliot finally pulled out of Kurt, exhausted but concerned about what they had just experienced. He was feeling an echoing confusion deep inside him and his eyes grew wide.

Kurt's eyes shot open in shock, gluing themselves to Elliot's face. "I can feel you," he whispered hoarsely.

"I can feel you," Elliot returned, his eyes beginning to well with tears. "I feel you so deep inside, Kurt."

Shudders wracked Kurt's body as tears rose then fell down his still reddened cheeks. "You're my soulmate," he said.

"You are mine," Elliot agreed. As blissful as he felt, he was so worried about how Kurt would react. Would he freak out and run as he had with Blaine so long ago? Would he start yelling? As for him, he never thought this could or would happen. He'd thought he was lucky enough as it was to find Kurt after losing Declan. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed this intimate connection they were sharing.

Kurt stared at Elliot, his mind – though exhausted – traveling a million miles an hour. How did he feel about this? Should he bolt from the loft and hide? The feelings streaming between them in an endless flow was something he'd never experienced with Blaine. This was more of a melding, an almost single-minded sharing of their love. It was beyond words and he didn't think he wanted to think of any at this moment. Instead, he would simply react as his heart wanted him to.

"You're my soulmate," Kurt said, grinning tearfully, reaching for Elliot and pulling their bodies together. He saw and felt Elliot's unmitigated joy. Their mouths connected and their first kiss as soulmates was electric, fireworks, explosions as the souls became one.

Kurt maneuvered them until Elliot got the hint and sank back into Kurt's body, both of their bodies surprisingly more than ready for the other. This time, their lovemaking was slow, passionate and filled with so much love, both of them weeping silently as they kissed. Neither knew how much time had passed before they came quietly, Kurt just a few moments after Elliot. They stayed connected as long as possible, eyes glued to one another, a quiet happiness emanating from their souls.

A half hour later as the spell they seemed to be under finally dissipated, they rolled apart from each other but kept their legs entwined. Grins stretched their faces as happiness and love rolled from one to the other. Kurt held his arm up, squealing in happy shock when he saw that not only was his lock closed, but the scar from Blaine was gone as was his name from his soul band. In its place was Elliot Gilbert, the love of his life and now his soulmate.

"Look, soulmate! Look at my new Mark," he said, showing it off, twisting it this way and that in the dim light of his lamp.

Elliot held his own arm up and saw Kurt's name across his soul band, right below a more dimmed version of Declan's name. He showed it to Kurt, wondering why Declan's name was still there and Blaine's wasn't on Kurt's.

"I think it's because you didn't choose for Declan to leave. He deserves to still have a place on your Mark and in your heart. Blaine is another story and I'm not sorry to see his name gone. I gotta say," he grinned, holding his and Elliot's soul bands next to one another, "I am loving seeing my name on your arm."

"I agree, my beautiful soulmate," Elliot grinned, bringing Kurt's arm close to kiss his name on Kurt's Mark.

Kurt returned the gesture and they lay there for a long time, talking about their emotional bond and the strength they could already feel flowing through them. Kurt told him how much more natural and intense it felt then what he'd felt with Blaine. He then mentioned his talk with Blaine and his opinion that he didn't think they were destined to be soulmates anyway.

Kurt felt Elliot's distaste when he mentioned talking to Blaine. "I was drunk, love. It was right after I talked to you and I think I wanted to rub it into him that he and I would definitely never be together."

"What was his reaction?" Elliot had to know. He could now bring charges against Blaine if he threatened or in any way harassed his soulmate. It wasn't a Dom/sub thing, it was a soulmate law.

"He tried to plead his way into us trying to be together but I shut him down. We hung up wishing the other happiness. I'm hoping he got the message. Maybe I should let him know we are soulmates. What do you think?" Kurt asked, truly wanting his soulmate's opinion.

"Let's think about it some more. We have all the time in the world," Elliot said with a grin, leaning over for a soft kiss.

"We do indeed," Kurt said quietly. "Elliot, I am so damn sorry for what I did to you."

Elliot felt his remorse and sadness and pushed through his own forgiveness and love. "I know you are and I forgive you. I understood from the moment we hung up. You were scared and worried about ending up in another Blaine situation. It meant so much to me that you took steps to show me how you felt tonight when you sang to me. It was a total surprise and I loved every moment. I loved hearing you sing in the lower register. Very sexy," he said, nuzzling into Kurt's neck.

"Mmm. How about a shower?" Kurt asked a little breathlessly. "I don't know what it is about this Claiming, but I can't seem to get enough of you. I want you again."

"Same here," Elliot said, helping Kurt off the bed. Both of the laughed as they experienced shaky legs as they made their way to the shower.

"This time, I want you inside me," Elliot whispered in Kurt's ear once they were under the hot spray, soaping each other up.

Kurt groaned before grabbing the hand-held shower head. "Rinse. Now. Bed. Now," he demanded, spraying them down quickly.

"Yes, sir," Elliot purred.

They would eventually have talks about who to tell about their new status the next day. But there was time for that later.

Beyond that, they would go on to finish college, Kurt an entire year early. Ideal Misfits would land a record deal and would win a Grammy after their first album. After their first European tour several years later, Kurt would introduce his first fashion line to great acclaim. "Elizabeth" by Kurt Hummel would take the fashion world by storm, gaining him notoriety across the globe. Elliot, or Starchild, as Lady Gaga would adore calling him, was welcomed with open arms into the Haus of Gaga. Kurt and Elliot would get married that year with only their closest friends and family in attendance. The money they were offered for pictures of the wedding was donated to VODA, Victims of Dominant Abuse.

Elliot and Kurt had no idea they would end up adopting three children later on in life or that they would retire to a home in the Hamptons. They would take equal care of each other every day and their love was never doubted by the other.

They had no idea of what their future held for them beyond one another in that moment.

For now? Now all they knew was their love and each other. Their time wrapped around each other, and inside each other, moving soft and languid one moment, then harsh, hungry, and punishing the next. Elliot scratched up Kurt's back when Kurt thrust hard and deep. Kurt's voice went hoarse from all the wailing and groaning he did when Elliot bucked under him. Every part of them was drowned in their love. Utter bliss.

It was the melding of two souls perfect for each other in every single way. As it should be.

Give me more than your touch

And give yourself to the rush

Just keep holding my hand

As we're taking off

I know where we'll land

We can escape to a higher plane

In Nirvana stay

Where the dreamers lay

. . . . . . .

Human: Christina Perri

Sorry: Daughtry

Nirvana: Adam Lambert

I do not own Glee, their characters or Lady Gaga (bummer)

I can always tell when a story is truly at an end because I tend to cry as I write the final sentences. I'd thought about writing an epilogue, but there wasn't enough that needed to be said.

HOWEVER! I am going to be doing One-Shots for this world. If you have an idea for one, leave it in a review or private message. Whether it's pwp, crack, or fluff, share your ideas! I already plan on doing a Niff inspired one-shot and one about Max and Tristan. There are also some ideas swimming around about alternate endings.

I'd like to thank my mind twin, Tim, for being there practically since the beginning. He inspired me, challenged me, ranted with me, and made me laugh so damn hard, even when I thought about throwing in the proverbial towel. Snuggle hugs to you and the spider monkey!

To all of my reviewers, those who encouraged me and stuck by me, thank you for making this a wonderful journey. I have many other complete stories on my profile, please check them out! Love to you all.