Can I just say that I'm totally floored by the response this story keeps getting? I love all of you.

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It was just too cold to go without, so Blaine had bundled up in his coat as soon as they left the club. Kurt, however, hadn't seemed to like the idea, and once they were sitting in the backseat of the cab that were to take them home, he quickly went about unbuttoning it.

Blaine felt already fuzzy around the edges, floating quietly. He stayed close to Kurt, finding safety in Kurt's arms in addition to the excitement that came from his wandering hands. He leaned back, surrendering to the need that had been slowly building inside him ever since the first of Kurt's texts.

He couldn't seem to stop touching his collar, and whenever he did, he just had to smile in spite of the weird uneasy feeling in his belly that he did his best to ignore. Which really wasn't that hard when Kurt's fingers traced the laces of his pants, gradually pushing between them. One hand was stroking down his back under the coat, deeper and deeper. Blaine was aware he wasn't really wearing something that would protect his ass or his hole from the questing fingers, and his cock was definitely interested in the proceedings. It started to press against the laces that held it until Blaine was sure that later it would be covered in a nice criss-cross pattern.

He was aware he was squirming and panting in the cab, but he couldn't bring himself to care, especially when Kurt bit his earlobe and then started whispering. His hot breath made him shiver just as much as his words.

…...

Kurt couldn't help but feel a little possessive when he watched Blaine, looking so good and not even aware of it, squirming under his touch and, best of all, again and again touching the collar – his collar – around his throat.

He was glad he had decided against having a party. They had stayed for a glass and a few handshakes and hugs of congratulations, but Kurt noticed that Blaine's mind was somewhere else, and he himself couldn't wait to get Blaine home. And if Blaine's reactions to his touch were any indication, he felt similarly.

He couldn't keep his hands away. He had imagined Blaine in these pants ever since he bought them, but the result was even more compelling, and he very much enjoyed feeling Blaine's skin through the gaps in the lacing, making him shiver and moan and his cock rise as if it wanted to burst through its bonds.

"You look so good," he whispered, his mouth close to Blaine's ear. No need for the cab driver to get even more of a show, after all. God, he just couldn't wait until they were home.

"You have no idea. All evening, I wanted...I think if Santana hadn't whistled, I'd have taken you right there, in front of everyone. Would you have liked that, pet? Would you have wanted that?"

His hand closed around a cheek of Blaine's ass, and his finger slid through the laces and slowly pushed in.

"Whatever...whatever pleases you, Sir," Blaine managed after a sharp intake of breath. Kurt grinned. That was relatively unambiguous for, "Not really, and I'd probably protest more if I could think clearly, but at the moment, everything is a turn-on."

"No worries, pet," he said, slowly moving his finger inside Blaine. "It's not really my thing either."

Though he'd done it in the past, he loved when it was just him and Blaine, when everything else disappeared around them. He could never reach that kind of intimacy with anyone watching.

Seeing that they were approaching his apartment, he regretfully took his hands away from Blaine, and smiled as he heard him whimper in protest.

"We're almost home, pet," he whispered and took out his wallet to pay the driver. "I have plans for us, involving the laces on your pants and my teeth."

…...

Blaine watched impatiently as Kurt paid the driver. He pulled his coat together to conceal the bulge in his pants, which was really just his cock straining against a few strings of black fabric. His pulse was racing, and he couldn't suppress a moan when the flap of his coat brushed his erection. He was so turned on, but to his surprise, he still had that uneasy feeling in his stomach that, he knew, had nothing to do with what awaited him once they finally would be upstairs, but everything with the pretty band of metal around his throat.

He had wanted it so much. And he felt that it had the potential of making him very happy. Smiling, he again fingered the narrow circlet. Hell, he was happy, but something still felt wrong.

Kurt took his hand and lead him towards the entrance of his building, and Blaine promised himself to talk to him. Later. They had something much better to do now.

But in the elevator, when Kurt had him pressed against the wall and kissed him as if his life depended on it, Blaine found he couldn't lose himself in the kiss like he wanted to. Not wanting to spoil the evening for Kurt, he tried to act like he did, though he was aware to some point that he would be making things worse for himself.

But Kurt wasn't fooled. He stopped kissing him and looked at him curiously, and when the elevator stopped, he silently took his hand and led him into the apartment.

"What is it, pet?" he asked after closing the door, and if Blaine had been afraid that he might sound angry or impatient, there was no reason for that. Concerned, yes, but not angry.

Blaine sighed, mentally saying goodbye to his plans for the evening and telling himself that it was for the best.

"Can...can we talk, Sir?"

"Sure. Just a minute."

Kurt went into the bedroom, and Blaine adjusted himself in his pants. His cock was still peeking out hopefully between the laces, but it was used to being denied, whereas Kurt...well, Blaine could imagine what he would be doing.

But he was out again too soon for that, carrying a t-shirt that he threw Blaine.

"Put that on, please. I can't really concentrate when you look like that."

Blaine put a pillow on his lap for good measure.

"I want to thank you for this, Sir," he said, touching his collar. "It's beautiful, and I'm so happy to have it, but..."

…...

"But...?" Kurt prompted with a sinking heart.

"But...why did you never tell me? You made such an...effort to get me to confess I wanted your collar, and then you did nothing about it at all. Not one word about it, for weeks. And I...at times, I was so scared you didn't want me. Or not – not that level of commitment."

Kurt didn't know what to do. This was everything he had feared, everything his mind had tried to tell him the last few weeks, and god, why didn't he listen? Why had he been so set on surprising Blaine?

Blaine looked as if he would start crying, and on an impulse, Kurt knelt down on the floor before Blaine and took his hands. He had to fix this. He had no idea how, or what to do, but he would fix this. For the moment, he remained silent and tried to let his eyes speak for him.

"I don't know why you did that," Blaine said. "I'm sure you had your reasons, but it felt...it didn't feel good. Even when I could convince myself that you wanted this, that you love me as much as I love you, there's still the fact that you knew something that was important to me and...and completely ignored it."

Now Kurt was close to tears, too.

"I'm so sorry, Blaine. I never meant to hurt you. I had ordered the collar before you told me you wanted it. It was meant to be a Christmas present, and a surprise. I tried to speed things up after you told me, to not leave you hanging for so long, but somehow I didn't come up with the idea to just tell you. Just...I love you, so much. That you are wearing my collar means everything to me, and I...today was meant to be a special day, but the things you felt before must have ruined it for you."

"Not completely," Blaine said with a little smile, and Kurt felt better when he leaned forward and gently kissed him.

"It's been a very good day, all things considered. Although I'll have a hard time to explain to my friends what the emergency was that made me leave so abruptly today."

Both of them laughed, but soon Blaine got serious again. "I'm trying not to get angry, or really sad, because today was lovely. But I -" he laughed a little, shaking his head -, "I feel like I got the perfect wedding, but no one even proposed to me, you know? I kind of feel...I'd like to know more about things like that, beforehand, I mean."

"You're saying you want more agency."

"I guess." Blaine shrugged, looking embarrassed. "Only about the big things, though. You can pick my clothes if you like, order for me when we go out, choose if and when I come, even when I meet my friends, as far as I'm concerned. Just...for the big things, I'd like to have a say. I'm...I know that's not very submissive, is it? Even telling you I wanted the collar wasn't. I know it's not...really my place to choose these things. I'm sorry."

Kurt licked his lips, thinking fast. This, he could fix. For the other thing, there was nothing to be done but the heartfelt apology he had given, but he really didn't care about the supposed protocol of their kind of relationship.

"Blaine, we don't have to play by the rules. I mean, look at us. We're gay, we're into BDSM. In the eyes of most people, what we do is completely against the rules. We make our own rules, and I guess we already have more of these than others. If you want more agency, you get more agency. And even if you decide that you...you don't want to do the Dom/sub thing anymore, it would be...I mean, I'm not saying it wouldn't be a problem, because I'm a Dom, that's who I am, and I love being your Dom, but I#d try, because I love you more."

Blaine smiled at him, and the look in his eyes made him believe everything could be okay.

"I love you too," he said. "And I love being your sub. I mean, I don't submit to you as a favor to you, you know. I like it too."

Kurt laughed. "Thank you. So, you know, whether you want to call me Sir, or Kurt, or honey, or sweet cheeks – although, please don't do that -, it's okay with me. Just talk to me. If something bothers you, makes you unhappy, whatever. Just...please. Don't make me guess. Because I'll get it wrong, Blaine."

Blaine nodded. "Okay."

"So." Kurt hesitated, then reached out to touch Blaine's collar. "Do you still want this?"

"Oh my god, of course! That was never even a question. The only thing I had a problem with was you not telling me you wanted it too."

"But I do. So, so much. Just seeing it on you, and knowing you'll be wearing it every day, that you're really mine, does...things to me."

Blaine smiled mischievously, took off his shirt and then removed the pillow. "So, sweet cheeks...take me to bed?"

So, for various reasons (mostly that I've been writing this fic for a year now, it'd be a neat 30 chapters, and to give people a chance to read who don't like WIPs, as well as people who want to stop reading this but not without a conclusion), I'd like to wrap this up with the next chapter. BUT...I know there's more I'd like to write, there's a lot of things I have set up and haven't followed through yet, and a lot of you have told me things they'd like to read, which I appreciate a lot. So there might be a sequel, which I'd basically start writing as soon as the end of this on, so there wouldn't be much delay.
What do you say? Would you be okay with that? Would you read a sequel?