It was at least half an hour before Kurt reappeared, and Blaine cursed the annoying perfectionism that had prompted him to kneel while he waited although he hadn't even been ordered to do so. When he heard the bathroom door open, however, he took care to straighten and readjust his posture that has slipped a little during the wait. Time and the submissive position had indeed helped him to calm down a little; he was still angry about the way Kurt had chosen to spend the morning, but he was now more inclined to listen to his Dom and to trust they would be able to sort it out. There would be no more slips of language, either. He knew he would be punished for the way he had spoken to Kurt and about Chandler, even if Kurt should be understanding about the way he felt.

When Kurt walked into the bedroom, Blaine noticed with simultaneous regret and relief that he was already fully dressed. He had enjoyed his chance of seeing Kurt strip the night before, very much so, and was eager to repeat the experience, but at the moment, he was more set on getting to the talk and the punishment. He was a little nervous, to be honest. It wasn't as if he had never been punished before, but he didn't know Kurt yet, and he had wanted to avoid to merit punishment so early into their contract. And there was the talking part before that. Would Kurt be able to explain about his relationship to Chandler? It was probably moot to hope for Kurt to completely break all ties to him, the best he could expect was some sort of compromise. Would he be able to accept that?

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Kurt felt better after his shower. Dressed in clothes that made him feel confident, he felt ready to tackle the issues facing him. He knew he had acted thoughtlessly when he had accepted Chandler's call this morning, and when he had talked to him for so long. He also knew he should have explained their relationship to Blaine before it came to this, but hopefully, it wasn't too late.

Blaine seemed calm enough as he knelt on the floor, as ever the perfect picture of submission and obedience. No one would have thought him capable of talking to his Dom the way he had done not half an hour before. Kurt smiled to himself. A challenge, indeed. Good that he liked it that way.

"Good boy," he praised quietly. "Come sit with me now."

Blaine rose, and they sat on the bed, facing each other.

"May I go first, Sir?" Blaine asked, and when Kurt nodded, he continued. His words were stilted and formal, but his voice was honest.

"First of all, I want to apologize. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way. I was disrespectful, and I'm sorry. I know and accept that I will be punished for that."

He paused, looking down. "That said, I am still...uncomfortable with your relationship to your former sub. I was hoping you would perhaps be willing to explain it to me, help me understand, and also make clear what my part in your life is supposed to be. Yesterday I thought I knew, but after today,...I'm not so sure anymore."

He sounded hurt, close to tears towards the end, and Kurt felt like his heart might break for him. He wanted to hug him, hold him close – but that would solve nothing, nor was he entirely sure at the moment that Blaine would let him. He did, however, take one of Blaine's hands in both of his own.

"I am so sorry that I made you feel like this. That was never my intention. I will explain my relationship to Chandler as far as I can, but first I want you to know that you are my sub, my boyfriend, my lover. You are my priority. I'm sorry that I made it seem you weren't. I will work on that, I promise."

He paused and tilted Blaine's chin up, making him look him in the eyes.

"I promise. Now, Chandler. He was my sub for just about four years, until a little more than a year ago. We didn't work out, we just held on too long. Our relationship was very different from what I think ours, yours and mine, will be. Chan is...very devoted to the lifestyle. He works from home, has no contact to his family, and his only close friends are in the scene, too. He has never understood my need to keep up relationships outside, he never liked to pretend. There were other, major issues. We would never work. But I love him, and he loves me."

He saw Blaine flinch, and continued talking quickly, knowing that must have been hard to hear.

"That won't change. But I'm not in love with him anymore, nor is he with me. I know he came across as...a little possessive in the club, but he really isn't. He knows as well as I do that we are over. But we are friends. This is something you will have to accept. I will, however, tell him not to call me on weekends unless there's an emergency. And...I think you should meet."

Blaine looked at him incredulously. "You want me to meet your ex."

"I know it's a lot to ask, and I know it could be awkward. But there are things that might help you understand that only he can tell you."

Blaine looked at him for a long moment before letting his gaze fall down to the bed. Kurt thought he heard him mutter,

"The things I do..."

Then Blaine looked up again and said,

"I suppose I could do that, if you wanted me to. But...give it some time? I would like to get to know you before I get to know him."

Kurt nodded, smiling. "That's completely okay. Thank you."

He kissed him then. He had meant it to be a gentle, almost chaste kiss, just to seal the deal, so to speak, but Blaine surprised him by pressing in closer, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss.

Kurt was happy to let Blaine take the initiative for once, but he hesitated to let things go further, especially as they still had Blaine's punishment to discuss. But then, he thought as his hands cupped Blaine's face and his tongue opened his mouth, maybe they needed this. An affirmation. So he guided Blaine to lie down on the bed, never stopping to kiss him until they were both out of breath and every thought of 'talking first' had completely vanished. Kurt had nothing planned, nothing prepared. The handcuffs from yesterday were still on the bedside table, but he had no desire to use them. This would be plain vanilla, or as vanilla as he could get, as he was already feeling himself move Blaine's hands up over his head and keeping them there. He only wanted to hold Blaine, show him that he was his, love him...Shit. Kurt stiffened for a moment and interrupted the kiss as the unwelcome thought rushed through his head.

"Sir? Are you alright?" Kurt barely heard Blaine's breathless question, but quickly shook his head.

"I'm alright, sorry, sweetheart. I was just..."

"Distracted?"

"Only for a moment."

"I guess I'll have to up my game then." Blaine smiled and wriggled up from under Kurt, then made him lie down and straddled him.

"Is this okay?" he asked, and Kurt nodded, intrigued. He did not often find himself in this position, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it.

Slowly and tenderly, Blaine began to open the buttons on Kurt's shirt, admiring and then kissing every spot of skin he uncovered. Finally, he opened the shirt completely and began to kiss and lick Kurt's chest, giving a lot of attention to his nipples that made Kurt gasp and writhe. By the time Blaine's lips reached Kurt's belt, Kurt was almost unbearable hard, very impatient and about done with letting Blaine lead.

"Enough with the teasing, boy. Get on with it," he growled, grabbing Blaine's hair, and could see Blaine quickly hiding his smile by mouthing at Kurt's cock through his jeans, only taking the time to say,

"Yes, Sir," before he finally opened the button of his pants.

Blaine lost no more time then getting rid of the last of Kurt's clothes. He only spent a few moments on licking up the length of Kurt's cock and teasing around the head, then went right to swallowing him down and sucking him. Kurt came in minutes and was still catching his breath when Blaine sat up, wiped his mouth and said, smiling,

"I'll go clean the kitchen and then start – well, it'll be brunch now, it's so late. Is that okay, Sir?"

He was nearly out of the room until Kurt was able to speak again.

"Um, pet?" When Blaine turned, he gestured at the still very visible bulge in Blaine's pants. "You don't want me to do anything about that?"

"No, Sir, I'm fine. Thank you."

"That's not some way you're punishing yourself, is it? Because I'm the one responsible for punishing you, and you will be punished."

"I'm aware, Sir,"Blaine said with a little smile. "And no, I'm really fine. I just wanted to serve you."

"Well, then thank you, sweetheart."

While Blaine cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, Kurt slowly cleaned up himself, then got dressed, all the time thinking about what had happened in his mind while he had been in bed with Blaine. This was their first weekend together, the first time they spent any kind of time in each other's company, and it certainly hadn't been all puppies and rainbows. Or, well, rather...his mind failed to comae up with a more BDSM-appropriate expression, but the thing was, they had had their problems. They still had a punishment to go through. Surely he couldn't really be in love?

When he thought about it, he realized, relieved, that he wasn't. His mind had supplied the word because that was how he wanted to make Blaine feel – make him feel safe, cared for, cherished.

And that wasn't the problem. The problem was that when Blaine had yelled at him earlier, he had just for a moment imagined him coming to him in a few weeks, months, even years, with tears in his eyes and a serious, earnest voice, begging to be set free. And the pain had been so sharp, so immediate, he had forgotten to breathe for a moment, and it had taken him much longer than it should, until way into his shower, that this was something they could work on, nothing to break them.

And he realized he was in way too deep.