A little short and a little late, I'm sorry! My daughter is home sick and it just feels weird to write a story like this with a four-year-old on your lap.

Kurt hoped he hadn't shown it, but before Blaine told him he'd sign the contract, all his confidence that usually came so easily to him had fled. For a moment, he had felt like in high school again, insecure and a little scared, but that passed as soon as Blaine said the words. He smiled, honestly happy and not afraid to show it.

"I'm glad," he said. "Shall we get right to it, then?"

He took Blaine's hand and let him back to the living room, where they said down at the table and signed on the dotted lines at the end of the contract.

Dominant...Kurt Hummel

Submissive...Blaine Anderson

Then Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes, smiled brightly, and sank to his knees in one fluid, graceful movement, looking up at Kurt expectantly. Kurt swallowed. He had intended to pour some cider, drink to their new relationship, maybe talk some more...but he decided that all of that could wait.

"Wait for me in the bedroom," he said hoarsely, and watched as Blaine didn't rise as expected, but crawled to the bedroom on his hands and knees. That was something Kurt had never expected from any of his submissives, and hadn't even thought he'd find appealing, but the look he got on Blaine's backside was definitely worth the slight discomfort he experienced while watching him. Still, he wouldn't do this often. Perhaps on special occasions, when they went to the club...but not at home. It was just too much.

His mind must have been somewhere else since Blaine had sunk on his knees, because he realized that he had said 'bedroom' when he meant to say 'playroom'. Well, it couldn't be helped now, and it didn't matter much. There was just something he had to get from the playroom. He wanted to push Blaine, just a little. Blaine easily let himself be taken from, even sometimes offering the little bit extra, like the kneeling and the crawling right now, but what if he had to give?

When he came to the bedroom, Blaine was kneeling naked beside the bed, in that perfect posture that Kurt had already learned to appreciate. Kurt pulled him up and kissed him for a long time, his hands touching nothing but the sides of Blaine's face, his lips never leaving Blaine's, but his tongue teasing, conquering and claiming in a way that soon had Blaine squirming and pressing his hard cock against him. That kiss was meant as a confirmation, and it felt that way; it was a consummation of their contract, of their new relationship.

But soon, it wasn't enough anymore.

Kurt pulled away, causing Blaine to whine in protest, and smiled. "Lie down on the bed," he whispered, then remembered that he had planned something. "Here," he said, handing Blaine a pair of handcuffs. "I want you to cuff yourself to the bed."

He held his breath as he watched Blaine. Would he be able to obey? To give up so completely, to not have control taken away from him, but give it, actively participating?

Emotions passed over Blaine's face, doubt, wonder, others that Kurt couldn't discern – but he walked over to the bed, slowly but without hesitation. He sat down on the bed, putting one hand in the cuff and closing it, then, with a deep breath, he wound the chain through the bars of the headboard and, with some difficulty, tied his second hand. He closed his eyes and lay down, his arms stretched above his head, tied by his own doing. He wriggled a little to make himself comfortable, then sighed and lay completely still, his breathing heavy, but his face peaceful.

Kurt rushed to his side.

"Good boy," he murmured, sitting beside Blaine, caressing his body in long, soothing strokes. "I know that must have been hard for you. But god, you look so beautiful like this."

Blaine smiled at him with closed eyes, and Kurt kissed him in thanks, for his submission as well as for the smile that showed him that Blaine was okay.

The kiss grew heated quickly, and Kurt remembered the original purpose of their visit to the bedroom. He started stroking Blaine again, but this time it wasn't to soothe him. It was teasing, promising; Kurt found each and every one of Blaine's 'spots' that he knew of. He lay down on Blaine, resting his whole weight on him, and kissed along his jaw and down his neck to the spot right above his collarbone. He rolled his nipples between his fingers, then licked one and sucked and, finally, bit down. He slid his fingers around Blaine's cock, brushing his balls and against his perineum, but never applying any pressure, never touching there where he knew Blaine wanted him to. Blaine gasped and whined when Kurt let his mouth replace his fingers, exploring Blaine's body with his lips and his tongue until Blaine was a quivering mess beneath him. Kurt ignored the way his own cock strained against his pants until he couldn't bear it any longer. Then he asked Blaine,

"How do you feel about being fucked?"

"God, yes. Yes, please..." Blaine groaned, letting his legs fall open.

Kurt rose and undressed, not putting on a show although Blaine watched him closely, longing and desire clear in his eyes, and then got the condoms and lube from the nightstand. He prepared Blaine quickly and efficiently, the time for teasing being over, but when he finally hiked Blaine's legs up, he stopped him.

"Sir..."

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Please, I want...can I touch you?!

Kurt smiled, then reached over a little awkwardly to get the key and unlocked the handcuffs. Blaine's hands immediately flew to his back, stroking up and down, trying to touch as much of Kurt's skin as possible.

"Are you ready, beautiful?"

"Yes, yes please..."

Kurt kissed him and slowly pushed in, groaning when he was sheathed completely in warmth and tightness. He searched Blaine's eyes, looking for signs of pain or discomfort, but found none. So he started moving, fucking Blaine hard and fast, not being able to hold back anymore after all the teasing he had done earlier. Blaine looked far gone, too, meeting Kurt with every thrust, his eyes closed and his head thrown back in pleasure, but his hands never leaving Kurt for even a moment.

It didn't take long for Blaine to start moaning half-formed, unintelligible words whenever Kurt hit his prostate, and Kurt felt he wouldn't last much longer, so he took care to do that with every move.

"You can come whenever you like, sweetheart," he gasped, and when he felt his own movements become erratic because he wasn't able to hold a constant rhythm anymore, he put his hand on Blaine's cock and stroked. He had to do this only two or three times before Blaine came, shouting, and Kurt finally felt free to do the same, collapsing on Blaine with a groan.

He took a few moments to catch his breath and then got up to get rid of the condom and get a warm wet towel. He noticed that Blaine was half asleep already, only smiling at him with his eyes closed as Kurt cleaned him up gently. Kurt got under the covers, spooning him, and thought vaguely that he didn't usually let his subs sleep in his bed without earning it, then let himself sink into sleep.

…...

When Blaine woke, he was alone. He groaned, annoyed at himself – he had wanted to wake Kurt in proper sub manner. But when his eyes found the alarm clock, he found that it was just a little after eight a.m. - ridiculously early for a Saturday. At least he hoped that Kurt wasn't in the habit of waking so early every weekend. Blaine would have a hard time transitioning to that.

He put on his briefs and pants to go looking for Kurt. He found him in the kitchen, sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee, talking on the phone. When he saw him, Kurt shot him a smile, then talked into the phone again.

"Just a minute, Chandler, Blaine's awake."

He put the phone on the counter and walked over to Blaine, kissing him on the cheek.

"Good morning, beautiful. Would you please get started on breakfast? I'll take the phone to the study. I'll be out in a minute."

Blaine had hardly time to say, "Yes Sir," as Kurt was already on the way into his study, phone in hand.

Chandler. Their first morning together and Blaine's new Dom was busy talking to his former sub, and apparently their conversation was so private he couldn't even stay in the same room. It wasn't a good start.

Blaine was angry, insecure and frustrated as he made his way into the kitchen, bare feet cold on the tiles, to look for the things he would need to prepare breakfast. What was he expected to cook? He found toast and some eggs and figured he couldn't really ruin something as simple as scrambled eggs. Maybe he would try to make some pancakes from the mix bottle he found in the freezer if the eggs went well.

As he worked, he found he couldn't really concentrate on his task. He kept trying to listen to Kurt's and Chandler's conversation, but found it impossible to catch a word. After all, there was a corridor and a closed door between them. He could hear Kurt laughing every once in a while, and while the sound was wonderful, he felt that it should be he who made Kurt laugh like that.

Kurt didn't come out after a minute, either. Blaine had time to doubt himself, his Dom and his new relationship in silence, mixing the eggs with milk, salt and pepper and pouring them into the pan. Then he stood, watching the door to the study as if he could persuade Kurt to stop talking to Chandler this way, until he noticed the weird smell and the small cloud of smoke rising above the stove. He cursed, yanked the pan away and dumped it in the sink, letting cold water run into the hissing pan and over the charcoaled remains of the eggs. Then he opened a window to get rid of the smell, went into the bedroom, sat on the bed and waited.

It didn't take long. Kurt opened the bedroom door a few minutes later, asking,

"Sweetheart? Is everything okay? There was this smell, and...why are you in the bedroom?"

"You mean why am I not cooking," Blaine said bitterly. "I told you I can't cook. I burnt the eggs. It's a miracle the smoke detector didn't go off."

"I'm sure it's not that bad. And I'm also sure that's not the real reason you're sitting here like...I don't even know. You look like you're about to cry, and I'm sure it's not breakfast. I know I told you to make breakfast, but I also told you we'd work up to actual cooking. I would have been perfectly content with you setting the table and maybe cutting up some fruit. So what's really the matter?"

"Breakfast's not the problem, Kurt," Blaine said, a provocation. "The problem is that you spent the whole morning – our first morning together – chatting with your fucking ex-sub!"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "That's quite an attitude you have there."

"I had a lot of time to get angry."

"I can see that. I want you to stay here and try to calm down while I take a shower and get ready. We will talk then." He came closer and sat down briefly next to Blaine, turning Blaine's head so he could look him in the eyes. "I'm not discounting you or your feelings on that matter. I just really want to give you – and myself, really – a little time to calm down so we can talk about this like civilized people. But we will talk about it."

It was a promise and a threat. Blaine gave his Dom a tight smile, then went to kneel beside the bed.

"Yes, Sir."