"Remember," Kurt said as he straightened Blaine's bow tie, "I'm not your Dom today, just your boyfriend. I'm aware that you might act and talk a little differently towards me than you normally would, and I promise, you won't be punished for anything that happens today."
"That's good to know, Sir. Then you won't mind me doing this."
Blaine put both hands on Kurt's face and kissed him. It was a good kiss, Kurt decided as he enthusiastically kissed back, passionate and just assertive enough to reassure him that Blaine would have no problem to set his submissiveness aside for today. It was also hot; so much so that Kurt contemplated giving Blaine one last order and demand that he blow him before they left, but he knew they didn't have the time. So he regretfully broke the kiss and smiled at Blaine.
"I never mind you kissing me. But you shouldn't call me sir anymore for now."
"Sorry, Sir," Blaine said, then grinned as Kurt smacked his ass. "Hey! No punishment!"
Laughing, he ran down the stairs.
Kurt grinned fondly and followed a little more slowly. He might have wished for a little more alone time with his sub after their separation – he itched to try out some ideas for a scene he had – but he couldn't deny he was looking forward to today, even though Rachel had practically commandeered them for the whole day. It would be nice to see another side of Blaine, one that, he could already see, was playful and a little goofy.
Brunch went fine. Blaine and Rachel took to each other like long-lost siblings. While Blaine seemed a little taken aback at first by her intrusive questions and the way she didn't really give him an opportunity to answer, he soon figured out how to talk to her. Kurt leaned back and watched his best friend and his boyfriend get to know each other and was glad they got along. He was even more glad to see that Blaine was really good at pretending. Chandler had gotten along with Rachel, too, though Kurt would have been hard pressed to determine who would talk more or could get more enthusiastic about things; their meetings had been enjoyable, but very loud affairs. But Chandler had resented that he had to pretend to be Kurt's regular boyfriend instead of his sub. He had insisted on bringing Kurt his food when they went somewhere with a buffet, and had taken every suggestion as an order, which left Kurt as the victim of many a joke and the occasional well-meant, but nevertheless annoying intervention with his friends.
Blaine, on the other hand, seemed to almost forget he was actually Kurt's sub. Kurt had, after first noticing this, feared that he himself might not be too happy with this very easy transition, but he found he liked it. He liked his boyfriend Blaine just as much as his sub Blaine, and while Blaine had left most of his submissiveness at the door of Kurt's apartment, he was still the same person. He had no problem letting Kurt get his own food, even asking him to bring him another coffee while he was at it, but he remained affectionate and respectful, taking care to include Kurt in every conversation even at the beginning when Rachel focused her attention mainly on Blaine.
Toward the end of their meal, Rachel became antsy.
"Kurt, I'm so glad you agreed to go shopping with me today. I need a really, really special dress for the event I was invited to, it's red carpet and everything, and I'm a plus-one, so I need to stand out! I saw this really pretty bright pink dress the other day..."
"No bright pink on the red carpet, Rachel! Somehow I'm suddenly glad I'm doing this, though how you got me to agree I still don't know."
"You need someone like me in your life, to tone you down," she said, then addressed Blaine. "You probably haven't noticed yet, but he can get really bossy."
Kurt could see Blaine had difficulties to actually swallow the coffee in his mouth instead of spitting it out laughing. But he managed, and only a cough and a small smile to Kurt gave him away as he said, "Bossy? Can't say I've noticed, no."
…...
Blaine's mind was busy on the short drive to the mall. The morning had been enjoyable, more than he had dared to hope, but now it was time to get back to business: his revenge. He had set the tone of the day with the kiss this morning that had had Kurt gasping when they finally pulled apart, but he hadn't been able to do much in the restaurant. Oh, he had thought about slipping off his shoe and sliding his foot up to Kurt's crotch under the table, or fellating his spoon, but that wasn't subtle enough. He meant to increase the intensity of his teasing throughout the day, not give away all of his plans at the first opportunity.
But there were things he could do at the mall. He decided he really needed some new clothes, too, and it was only logical to let his boyfriend help to choose them, wasn't it?
…...
Kurt settled deeper into the armchair the store kindly had put out for all the bored husbands, boyfriends and best friends that accompanied their women shopping. He had chosen several dresses with – or rather, for – Rachel, and was now waiting for her to finish putting the first of them on and come out of the changing room. He had left Blaine looking through the menswear part of the store and thought about going to look for him, when one of the changing room doors opened and Blaine came out, wearing the tightest pair of pants Kurt had ever seen, the kind he usually only saw himself wearing. Blaine had once explained to him that he usually wore looser pants because it was more comfortable to kneel in them, and Kurt now immediately pictured Blaine kneeling for him in those pants. One would be able to see...everything, and the inseams would probably dig into very interesting places. The fantasy added to the very nice picture the real Blaine was making in a way that had Kurt surreptitiously rearranging his jacket that had been draped over the armrest of his chair, to lie across his lap.
"So what do you think?" Blaine asked.
Kurt chose his answer carefully. "They look nice. But don't you think they might be...impractical for certain...activities?"
A casual listener might have thought that Kurt was alluding to the pants being hard to get out of, but Blaine's blush told him he had understood correctly. Silently, he withdrew into the changing room, and Kurt was thankful for the distraction when Rachel came out and demanded his opinion on her dress.
He looked her over. He had chosen carefully, and the dress was gorgeous, accentuating her figure without overwhelming her small frame. But maybe...less sequins. She wouldn't want to look trashy. So he shook his head, and she huffed and disappeared behind the door of her changing room.
Kurt enjoyed a few minutes of peace until Blaine appeared again, this time thankfully in looser pants, but a short-sleeved shirt that showed off his very nice arms and...was that a leather bow tie?
It was, when he looked closely, but from a distance, it looked like a collar. He told himself they were nowhere near that point in their relationship where he would even think about collaring Blaine, but...well. It was hot.
He found himself rising and striding towards Blaine without being aware of having made the decision. Grabbing Blaine's arm, he dragged him into the changing room and closed the door behind them.
"What are you trying to achieve here?"
…...
Blaine found himself instinctively reacting to Kurt's sudden display of dominance. The teasing answer he had wanted to give got stuck in his throat, and he lowered his gaze. He thought about kneeling, not knowing if Kurt was really angry, but decided not to because the door of the changing room didn't reach to the ground.
"I'm sorry, Sir," he said quietly. "I only meant to tease a little."
Kurt lifted Blaine's head to look into his eyes, a wry smile on his face. "Hey, no 'sir', remember?"
"I can't help it! When you get like this, I just...it just happens."
The smile on Kurt's face grew wider. "I love that it does."
Blaine smiled and ducked his head, but said nothing.
"Still, "Kurt said. "I'm sorry for slipping. Keep teasing me by all means, sweetheart, and I'll try to control myself the next time."
Blaine looked at him incredulously. "You want me to tease you?"
"Sure," Kurt said, nodding. "I love what you do to me. Just be careful, sweetheart. I saw you blush when you thought of kneeling for me in those pants you wore. I think you're teasing yourself as much as me."
With a parting kiss that made Blaine's knees give a little, Kurt left the cubicle, and Blaine stood there, dumbfounded and feeling like he had just lost his own game.
…...
"Okay, "Kurt said, taking a deep breath. Meet the boyfriend part two, starting now. "These are my friends Mercedes, Santana and Brittany. Girls, this is my boyfriend, Blaine."
"Hi Blaine," Mercedes and Brittany said, but Santana just rolled her eyes. "You have a thing for hobbits, don't you, Lady Hummel?"
Blaine looked a little intimidated as he greeted them. Kurt couldn't blame him, though he sometimes forgot how Santana would come across to people who didn't know her. Suddenly, Blaine's face lit up, and he waved at a handsome blond man who had just entered the bar.
"There comes my moral support," he whispered, and Kurt smiled. Blaine introduced the man as his friend Sam, and they all squeezed around a table close to the stage and ordered drinks. They didn't really have time to get to know each other, as Rachel immediately began to discuss song choices and duet opportunities, but Kurt noticed that Sam and Mercedes, who were seated beside each other, began to talk animatedly, almost completely ignoring the rest of the group. They beat Rachel to the first song, too, and performed a pretty rendition of 'Human Nature'. Kurt was impressed by Sam's voice. In his experience, not many people could keep up with Mercedes vocally, but the song worked for them both, and they sounded beautiful.
…...
This was fun. All of them were good singers, so nobody really minded that they practically monopolized the stage. The bar was nice, the drinks good. Okay, Blaine felt a little intimidated by Santana, whose purpose in this group seemed to be to give everybody mean nicknames and add occasionally funny, sharp commentary to discussions and performances. And he felt a little abandoned by Sam, who was supposed to be his support in a group of people he didn't know, but mostly ignored him in favor of talking to Mercedes. But nobody grilled him, as he had initially feared, and when he concentrated on Kurt, Rachel and Brittany, who was apparently Santana's girlfriend but very sweet, he was fine.
He hadn't really gone on teasing Kurt, partly because of a lack of opportunities, partly because he had the suspicion that Kurt had been right. Teasing Kurt had turned him on as much as Kurt, and even now, as he watched Kurt so relaxed with his friends, or saw him perform – he was incredible -, he had somehow begun to start counting the hours until they could be alone again. He would feel Kurt's lips on his cheek occasionally, or his hand heavy on his thigh under the table, and he would momentarily forget what he was saying, or what he was laughing about, and just concentrate on this feeling.
Nevertheless, there was one thing he wanted to do.
…...
Kurt never thought he would, at some point in his life, envy a microphone. But there he was, staring at the stage with his mouth open but not able to do something about it, while Blaine was practically fellating that thing. He was singing a slowed-down version of 'Do You Think I'm Sexy', with changed pronouns, and at the line, 'Come on honey, let's spend the night together', Kurt was ready to take him home and show him just how sexy he found him.
He wasn't the only one, either. Everywhere in the bar, women were catcalling, and at one point, Rachel nudged him and said,
"Remind me of today when I won't give you time alone with him. Hell, I know he's gay, and I want time alone with him!"
And Mercedes for once ignored Sam, stared at the stage and said, "Damn Kurt, if he weren't your boyfriend -"
"But he is," Kurt interrupted sharply. "He's mine."
…...
Later, on the uncomfortable foldout in Rachel's living room, Kurt whispered,
"That was wicked. I'm almost sorry I promised not to punish you."
"Maybe you should," Blaine said, surprising himself.
Kurt propped himself up on one elbow and looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"I mean...not really punish. And I'm not ready to be flogged again yet. But I want...I'd kind of like you to spank me."