Chapter 31

The bond between a Submissive and a Dominant is as strong as one allows it to be. Compatibility certainly plays a key role, but more important than that is the effort each party puts in to making the relationship work. Just as one must put forth effort in order to achieve a good grade or succeed at work, so too must one work to make a pairing successful. Few things in life come without effort; a happy pairing is definitely not one of them.

"And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game, with that same big loud opinion but, nobody's listening. Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things. Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing… but all you are is, mean." Sebastian sat up a little straighter and strained to hear what was going on in the other room. Sam curled under the covers further and sighed happily.

"All you are is mean. And a liar. And pathetic. And alone in life and mean. And mean. And mean. And mean. But someday I'll be living in a big old city and all you're ever gonna be is mean." Sebastian threw the covers off and paced down the hall, peering into Puck's slightly open door as the boy bounced side to side. "Someday, I'll be big enough that you can't hit me and all you're ever gonna be is mean. Why you gotta be so mean?" he finished, letting out a heavy breath and putting his guitar back on its stand. Sebastian clapped slowly and he spun, putting a hand to his chest.

"Jesus." He mumbled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's fine. What was that?"

"Umm… a song?" Puck joked, sitting on his bed. He paused for a few moments before gesturing awkwardly to the spot next to him. Sebastian walked over and sat next to him, careful to give him the space he knew he needed. Puck smiled.

"Well, that was obvious. Why were you singing it? I mean you don't have to tell me, it's just morbid curiosity I suppose."

Puck sighed and grabbed his laptop off the side table, passing it to Sebastian, who peered at it curiously. It was opened to his Facebook page already, and he scanned over the different comments people had been making.

Faggot

Fudge packer

Go to hell

He sighed and closed the top of the computer, setting it to the side. Unshed tears shimmered in Puck's eyes, but he refused to acknowledge them. Sebastian moved a little closer and wrapped his arms around him. Puck leaned into the embrace after a moment, letting his head rest on Sebastian's shoulder.

"Hey, no cuddles for me?" a voice complained from the door. The two looked up to see Sam grinning widely at them. Puck laughed and waved him over, holding him to his other side tightly.

"Feel better now babe?" he teased, kissing the top of his head. Sam just sighed happily and snuggled into his side. The trio sat together for a few minutes until Puck announced, rather loudly, that he had to use the bathroom. Sebastian and Sam laughed and released him. He returned a few seconds later and eyed Sam for a moment before smacking him lightly upside the head.

"You said you were gonna ask." He reminded, throwing himself onto the bed. Sam looked confused for a few seconds before looking a little nervous.

"Oh. Right." He mumbled.

"Is this about that crooked nipple thing?" Sebastian asked curiously, smirking. "Because I think that's adorable."

"No, umm." Sam stumbled over his words, blushing. "There… there's this class that Dalton offers on Saturdays for Doms and subs to kinda… well, it's sorta like therapy if we're being blunt." He trailed off, scratching his head.

"You want to go to the class don't you?" Sebastian asked softly. Puck and Sam nodded hesitantly. "Why?"

"Well Sam is always really nervous and never thinks he's doing anything right and I mean I only found out about all this a few weeks ago and I have no freaking clue what I'm doing and…"

"Noah." Sebastian interrupted. Puck rolled his eyes but didn't complain about the use of his first name. "I think it's a wonderful idea. Honestly, I don't feel like I'm doing right by you two sometimes."

"You're awesome, don't say that." Sam insisted, clambering into his lap and hugging him tightly. Puck wrapped his arms around them as well and smiled.

*break*

"So just to clarify do you want to go for us or to support them?" Blaine asked the next morning.

"Umm… both?" Kurt replied nervously. He grinned when he noticed the bright pink bowtie he'd put on, straightening it for him and rolling his eyes. "I mean I want to be there to help because they're my friends and I know it'll be hard for them, but I also think there are some things I could learn."

"You don't need to learn anything." Blaine insisted. "You're perfect."

"Says you." Kurt sighed. "I didn't exactly have help with my parents for sexual situations. Even with Sam it took me months to just see someone shirtless. With you it's a little easier, I'll admit, but I just…" he sighed and looked away.

"Kurt." Blaine said softly, pulling his eyes back to his with a finger under his chin.

"I feel like I'm not experienced enough for you. I mean I can't even touch myself without feeling weird, how could I be any good with you?" he explained in a rush.

"Okay first of all, you're adorable and perfect and frankly I love that I'm the only one to touch you like this." Blaine murmured, holding Kurt close to him. "And secondly, what do you mean you can't touch yourself?" his voice wasn't taunting, simply curious.

"I've never… you know… done that." Kurt mumbled. Blaine stared at him disbelievingly at him.

"You're kidding. You've never masturbated? Ever?" Kurt blushed and shook his head. "Wow."

"I actually… um, I never had an orgasm before you." He muttered, shrugging it off. "My sex ed teacher actually told us that submissives aren't allowed to have… pleasure. We're only good for our Doms." He sneered.

"Screw the class." Blaine said suddenly. Kurt looked at him in confusion. "We are going to stay here and I'm going to help you be comfortable in your own damn skin. You're allowed to masturbate okay? Hell it'd probably be hot to watch you." He added, making Kurt blush brightly. "Honestly, I don't mind if you pleasure yourself. Unless it's a punishment of course."

"I- I really don't think that's a good idea." Kurt stuttered urgently. "I'm awkward enough as it is without you watching."

"Exactly. I want you to learn how to be okay in your body, and if you can do things in front of me, doing them alone will be easy." Blaine explained, holding Kurt to him tightly. Kurt groaned and let his head fall back.

"I'm not getting out of this, am I?" he guessed.

"Nope." Blaine grinned, popping the 'p'. Kurt sighed and wriggled out of Blaine's grip, sitting on the center of the bed. Blaine plopped next to him and kissed his cheek, the brunette grumbling and pushing him away playfully. Blaine situated himself behind Kurt, legs on either side of him and hands resting lightly on his waist. "Come on baby, it's not that hard."

"Of course it's not. You're watching." Kurt joked. Blaine chuckled and kissed his neck.

"Relax pet." He coaxed. "Just do whatever feels natural. Is there any way that I or Sam touched you that you liked?"

Kurt nodded hesitantly. "Um, I liked it when you touched my…" he waved vaguely at his chest.

"You're nipples?" Blaine chuckled. Kurt nodded, blushing. Blaine kissed his neck softly again. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about baby. Try it." He persuaded gently.

Kurt sighed heavily and leaned back into Blaine's chest, biting his lip and letting his fingers trail up his stomach to his nipples. His breath caught as they trailed over the hardened bud. He whimpered and pinched it, twisting almost to the point of pain.

"M-Master." He whined, his back arcing desperately.

"What is it beautiful?" Blaine whispered hoarsely, watching Kurt's hands over his shoulder.

"Wa-wanna… wanna touch my…" he trailed off, his eyes flashing down to his heavy erection on his stomach.

"Say it baby." Blaine breathed in his ear, practically begging. "Say the naughty word for me."

"C-cock." Kurt choked, almost sobbing. "Wanna touch my cock, please."

"Good boy." Blaine purred. "Go ahead baby." Kurt wrapped his fingers tightly around his base, his thumb rubbing along the vein there languidly for a moment before he started stroking himself. His hand moved up and down almost leisurely for a few moments, before it slowly picked up pace, the sound of slapping skin echoing through the room along with Kurt's whimpers and moans. Without warning he let out a shriek, his cum shooting out in thick ropes against his hand and chest. He collapsed into Blaine's chest once more, still blushing furiously as he panted.

"That was…"

"Completely and utterly hot?" Blaine offered. Kurt chuckled lazily.