Chapter 2

submissives are to move in with their Dominant ASAP. The Dom must provide a separate room for the sub in the first two months. After the first two months, the submissive is required to move into her/his Dominant's room and share Their bed.

"I need to go home and get my clothes and stuff." Kurt told Blaine as they left the class half an hour later. He veered toward his locker and spun the dial, pulling out the few textbooks he'd need over the weekend.

"Sure. You need a ride?" Blaine asked, leaning against the locker beside Kurt's.

He laughed. "Nah, I've got my baby." Blaine tilted his head curiously at that one and trailed after his little sub. He pulled himself into a gorgeous black Lincoln navigator.

"Ok, that does deserve the title of baby." He grinned. Kurt couldn't help but smile with him. "I know, she's beautiful isn't she?"

Kurt turned the key and let himself relax at the familiar purr of the engine. Blaine got into his car and followed Kurt home. Luckily his parents weren't home, so he scribbled out a quick note, leaving Blaine's phone number and address after asking him what they were. Blaine paused for a second, digging into his back pocket and producing a shiny silver key, placing it on top of the paper. He helped Kurt gather his clothes, noticing the semi-terrified look he was sent when his hands hit the designer clothes. He chuckled and promised to be careful.

After his clothes had been loaded into the back of his Navigator, Kurt hesitated. Was he allowed to bring anything else? Blaine seemed to read his mind as his arms wound around the younger's waist.

"Is there anything else you want to bring?" a small smile quirked at the side of his mouth and he nodded. "Well come on then." Blaine chucked.

They combed through Kurt's room, getting a few select books and CDs as well as a photo album, a dusty but well cared for stuffed animal, and a small worn blanket. When asked what they were, Kurt blatantly refused to answer.

He added them carefully to the back of his navigator and clambered once more into the driver's seat. He followed Blaine this time, curious about where they were going. He knew he was going to Blaine's house but where exactly was that?

They pulled off onto a dirt path. Kurt winced mentally at his baby getting dirty, but was still amazed by what he saw. A huge front yard with soft looking grass and colorful wildflowers everywhere. An old style two story house painted a pristine white. A tall tree shading the west side of the house, little apple blossoms dotting the bright leaves. A flower bed in front with white roses, tulips, and so many others that Kurt couldn't name. He didn't realize he had stopped his car, simply sitting there and staring in awe, until Blaine opened his door for him and grinned.

"It's not much, but it's cozy." He shrugged, holding a hand out for Kurt. He hesitated for a few seconds before carefully taking the presented hand. His grip was firm, but somehow gentle. The now familiar warmth seeped into Kurt's skin and he shivered a little. "Come on, we can bring your stuff in later. I want to show you around." Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms and pressed a kiss against the hollow of his ear, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive flesh there. Kurt shivered in his arms and let out a heavy breath.

"d-don't…" he mumbled, pushing against Blaine's chest. Blaine's grip tightened. "Stop it." Kurt demanded again, slamming his fists onto his chest once more. Blaine grumbled to himself but released his grip, still keeping Kurt's hand in his. Kurt huffed a little, but submissively kept his gaze down.

Blaine pulled on Kurt's arm and led him through the front door. A tiled hallway leads them to a huge living room with a thick, plush white carpet. A black leather sofa loveseat set contrasted beautifully with the pale grey walls. An arched doorway led to a dining room, ten high backed chairs surrounding the rectangular mahogany table, a crystal chandelier sparkling above it.

There were two deep blue swinging doors the led to the most amazing kitchen. Everywhere Kurt looked; there were marble countertops and hi-tech gizmos. A large island stood in the center, professional grade knives in the corner and a fancy looking dishwasher tucked into the alcove underneath. Kurt wanted to stay here for a while, but Blaine tugged at his arm and led him to the second floor.

He showed Kurt the bathroom, grinning when his jaw dropped. A huge tub with more jets than he cared to count and the strangest looking shower Kurt had ever seen. It had silver circles one the roof, the walls, and even a few on the floor. Pulling away from Blaine, Kurt edged over to it, curiously prodding at one of the circles. It turned under his hand and it could spin to any angle. Each side had a different setting it seemed. He turned to shoot Blaine a disbelieving look and he simply shrugged, taking Kurt's hand again and leading him through a different door than the one he had entered.

It opened to a giant room with a huge canopy bed. "This is my room." Blaine explained before Kurt could start freaking out again. "Yours is just through that door." He pointed to a door connecting to his room. Kurt just nodded and followed him. Figured that his room would be attached to Blaine's.

Blaine released his hand and said he'd be right back before disappearing. Kurt was glad for the few minutes alone. He looked around his room slowly and spotted a huge mirror. He looked at himself slowly, moving closer and sighing. He didn't look any different. He felt different. His eyes narrowed when he noticed the little hickey on his neck.

He huffed and looked away, not bothering to think about it anymore. Thinking made his brain hurt. He opted to open one of the doors he hadn't been through yet. It was a huge walk in closet, more shelf space and hangers than Kurt thought he could ever afford to fill. He didn't miss the fact that the door to his closet could lock.

"Kurt?" he turned to see Blaine leaning against the doorjamb, holding a bowl of something and smiling. Kurt ducked his head nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. Blaine chuckled and waved him over. "Come on, we should talk."

"About what?" he asked, barely above a whisper. Blaine sat on the plump bed and waved Kurt over again. He shuffled over slowly and sat on the opposite edge, eyeing the elder cautiously.

Blaine slid closer to Kurt as he spoke. "The rules, where we go from here, stuff like that." He reached into the bowl he'd brought in and held out a bright red strawberry. When Kurt reached out to take it however, Blaine moved it out of his reach and quirked an eyebrow. Blushing a bright red, Kurt leaned forward and opened his mouth slightly. He was rewarded with a quiet 'good boy' as Blaine held the fruit just in front of his lips. He took a small bite and practically moaned at the taste, the sweet juices running down his chin as he blushed further. "God, those are delicious." He mumbled. He straightened up and wiped the sticky substance off and pulled his left knee up to his chest, his right leg swinging freely off the side.

"I already know the rules." Kurt mumbled after a few seconds. Blaine cocked his head to the side curiously. "Well, I mean, every sub knows them. Obey your Dom; use your safe words wisely, blah blah blah."

That made Blaine laugh. "Those are the general rules, yes. But every Dom has their own set of rules for their sub to follow. For example," he leaned in closer to Kurt and spoke in his ear, making the younger shiver. "You must always address me as Master unless I tell you otherwise."

Kurt nodded. "I suppose that makes sense."

"Good boy." Blaine hummed again, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Rule number two, whenever we have company over you must stay on all fours unless told otherwise."

"Ok." Kurt yelped as Blaine bit his neck lightly in admonition. "Y-yes Master. Sorry Master." Kurt forced out, his breathing a little uneven. Blaine's arm wound around his shoulder and he rubbed the tense muscles there firmly.

"Should you need to be punished; the most likely punishments will be a spanking or denial of clothing, depending on what you did." Blaine pulled away and looked Kurt in the eye, a fierce determination in his expression. "I will push you Kurt, but I will never hurt you. I promise." Kurt looked away. Blaine knew instinctively not to push it.

They sat in silence for a moment before Blaine pressed another kiss to Kurt's cheek and said "I won't make you tell me about what happened to you. I'll wait until you're ready. Just… just know that I'm here ok?"

Kurt nodded slowly, not trusting his voice, and reached up to scratch at his neck absentmindedly. That sparked Blaine's memory and he grinned, grabbing Kurt by the hand and half dragging the countertenor out of the room. He made a little noise but followed anyway.

Blaine started talking quietly to himself under his breath as he released Kurt and started digging around on one of the shelves in his closet. After a few minutes, Kurt curiosity got the better of him. "Uhm... Master?" he asked, poking his head into the closet. "What are you doing?"

"Well," he started, going up on his toes and grunting a little. "I ordered your collar online, and it hasn't come yet." He dropped back onto his heels and turned to Kurt. "But this should at least get you used to the feel of one."

Kurt's head tilted to the side curiously. Blaine smiled warmly and held the thin leather strip out. Kurt trailed his fingers over it nervously. The material was thin, but would hide at least two or three inches of Kurt's throat. It didn't have a buckle like Kurt expected. Instead there were silver loops on either end. Upon closer inspection, there was a tiny hole in the dead center of the material as well.

"H-how… Master how is it supposed to stay closed?" he asked, reaching up to rub at his neck nervously again. Kurt had always wondered what it would feel like, wearing a collar. A constant reminder that someone else had put it there, knowing someone else was in control.

Blaine grinned again and dangled something in front of Kurt's face. It was a small heart-shaped padlock. "Turn around." he said, still smiling. Kurt chewed his bottom lip nervously and faced away from the elder. The cool, smooth leather pressed against his skin tightly for a second, before Kurt heard a click and it loosened. It wasn't incredibly uncomfortable, just not familiar. A light kiss was pressed under his ear and he shivered, turning back and leaning into his Master's arms.

Kurt was officially owned. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that.