Chapter 12

It is a Dominants responsibility to take care of His or Her submissive's mental, emotional, and physical wellbeing. Should any harm come to Their sub, a Dom will act out toward whoever has hurt them, sometimes quite aggressively.

"Mr. Shue, I want to try out for Defying Gravity." Kurt insisted the moment he saw his teacher walking to the school. William looked up blearily for a moment.

"Oh. Hey Kurt, nice necklace." He commented. "I'm sorry, but I already gave the part to Rachel."

"Without giving me a chance." Kurt insisted. "I can sing that song Mr. Shue, we all know it."

"Look, Kurt, I know you want to sing the song but Rachel was here and she got it so fair is fair."

"I went home because of Karofsky! That isn't a reason to give away my dream song!"

"I'm sorry Kurt, but I am not discussing the matter." With that he walked away. Kurt huffed and stomped a foot in anger. He leaned down to dig in his bag, not noticing where he was going until he walked face first in Azimo.

"Hey lady." The boy jeered. Kurt took a step back, but bumped into another football player. "Karofsky says your free game now. You know what that means."

Kurt groaned and let his bag fall of his shoulder, his jacket following. He put them down beside him and crossed his arms. As always, he glared and said, "one day, you will all work for me," before the boys hoisted him up by his ankles and armpits, swinging him into the dumpster.

He heard them laughing to themselves as he shifted, groaning as he realized his hand was resting on a doggy bag. He was going to need a serious sink shower after this one.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" an angry voice rang out. Kurt froze. Oh god. He knew that voice.

"None of your business preppy boy, get out of our way." He heard Azimo snap. Kurt poked his head out to see his worst nightmare. Blaine was glaring up at Azimo and his cronies, a look of pure murder on his face. Kurt scrambled out of the dumpster, a little less steady than he usually was when he landed. Blaine glanced over at him for a sparing second and held out a hand. Kurt ducked under his arm obligingly. "Aww, is this your little butt buddy Hummel?"

Kurt looked up at Blaine fearfully. He stood at his full height, and even though he was looking up, it was as if he was looking down on the jocks. Kurt had never seen Blaine look so much like… a Dom. His voice was low and deadly as he spoke. "If you ever touch what is mine again, I'll tear your nuts off and turn them into jewelry for Kurt. Are we understood?"

Azimo put on a blank face, but Kurt could see the fear in his eyes. They all simply nodded, shooting Kurt a look before walking away.

"Get your things." Blaine said quietly. Kurt scrambled to get his messenger bag and jacket, fighting the urge to kneel in front of his Master and beg for forgiveness. There was a fire in those eyes that was more intimidating than anything he'd ever seen.

"Kurt, what the hell was that?" Blaine asked when he had gotten situated.

"Nothing." The look in Blaine's eyes made his shiver. "I just – it's nothing new. They harass me all the time."

"Why? And why didn't you tell me?" Blaine demanded.

"It's because I'm in glee. And it just wasn't important enough. I can handle it, Master. Why are you here anyway?"

"You forgot you're lunch." Blaine pointed out, handing him his bag. "And I want you to tell me about this. I won't have you in danger just because you are too proud to tell me what's going on."

Kurt whimpered and ducked his head, murmuring apologies.

"Kurt? Kurt! God, where have you been?" Sam's panicked voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Not now Sam." Kurt mumbled, waving him off.

"But Kurt, it's important."

"Sam!"

"Kurt it's about Karo-" he shut up at the death glare Kurt gave him. Blaine sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Look, I'm late for school. We will be talking about this tonight, understood?" he looked Kurt dead in the eye as he spoke. The countertenor just nodded. Blaine sighed again and kissed Kurt fleetingly before heading back to his car.

"What about him?" Kurt asked the second he was out of hearing range. Sam held out a folded piece of paper with a shaking hand. Kurt took it and started reading aloud, his eyes growing wide. "Samuel T. Evans, you have officially been claimed by Dave J. Karofsky. You will be moving into Mr. Karofsky's housing effective immediately… fuck Sam you have to be kidding!" he just shook his head and shivered, collapsing into Kurt's arms and sobbing. Kurt shushed the shaking boy softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and leading him to the nurse's office.