"So you like college football?"

"Love it."

"Which team?"

After standing quietly next to his father the whole time, Burt's mechanic team finally came back from their paid extra break. Burt asked if the 3 of them all want to continue learn more of each other over dinner tonight.

Blaine agreed. Kurt didn't said anything.

When they would finally let him go, he said he needs to go to Quinn; forgotten were the plans of work for the day.

He felt weak. He needed his only friend because his father was forcing a stranger onto him. He thought, Quinn tried the same. No. No. Quinn just didn't understand. If I talk with her about everything, she will understand.

At Quinn's foster family home was family bonding time when he arrived. Two little twin girls opened the door for him and ran away with a giggle when they saw him.

"Quinny! Your boyyyyyyfriend is here!" One of them shouted. Kurt entered the old home. He walked to the living room and found the whole household cheerfull with drums and guitars (and every handy instrument to exist) in a circle, singing, "KUM BA YAH MY LORD KUM BA YAH!"

It was horrible. An apathic Quinn spotted and ran over as fast as she cold.

"Quinn! It's family time. Sit down."

"Ecxuse me, Mrs. Collins," Kurt interefrred before Quinn could say something bad. "I really need Quinn right now. I wouldn't have come over when it's family time if it's not important. Could you excuse her only this time, please?"

She said it's okay but added full of sorrow, "Not Quinn but only God can guide you, boy."

"I hate cliché," he replied with a smile.

On the staircase Quinn stopped him; both of them quietly laughing, "Did you just quote Robert Plant to my foster family?"

They went to the roof instead of going to Quinn's room. Mrs. Collins would come in every ten minutes to check on them to make sure they wouldn't have sex. (Hahaha.) Or one of the girls Quinn shared the room with would tell the family they were being bad and smoke stuff. That's why the roof. A bit dangerous but the old hag is afraid of heights. So it was perfect.

While smoking the Pink Elephant cigarettes, Kurt told her about what happened after school.
His cell phone made a noise and when he looked at the display it was a message from his dad.

"Please come home for dinner tonight." Kurt read aloud.

"And will you?" Quinn asked while inhaling the vanilla smoke with relish.

"God, no!" He kicked a little stone off the roof and watched it jump-jump-jump down and fall on the grass of the back garden. "Let's go party. It's been ages since we were in Columbus."

"If ages means three weeks," she mumbled.

"Like I said, A-G-E-S." Kurt smirked.

She watched him with searching eyes. "Will you go and see Toby?"

"Urgs, no."

"Good." She nodded her head. "Can I ask you question?"

"'f'course."

"When was the last time you had sex?"

He acted like he head to think about it but in reality he knew exactly when. He lied, "I don't know?Counts masturbation?"

She continued watching him. "No, fapping doesn't count. When was the last time you had a guy fuck you?"

Kurt sighed. "I don't know, okay? I don't know."

"Oh, I don't believe you."

"Ehm about 18 or 19 days ago?"

"Wow. That's like a lifetime to you." Quinn remarked, dryly.

Kurt didn't reply, prefering more to frown at his friend.

"And when have you met Blaine?" She asked.

"'don't know. Maybe 16?"

Quinn laid down and snapped her cigarette butt away. "Mhm."

"What?" Kurt narrowed his eyes at her. "What are you thinking?"

Quinn sighs and searches Kurt's eyes. "How about we make a deal?" She offers.

"Okay. What deal?"

"We will drive to Columbus and you'll find some guy and bounce him. If you can't do that you'll have to give Blaine a chance."

Kurt laughed. "Quinn, he is not my soulmate. Why should I support his delusions?"

"Is it a deal or no deal, Kurt?"

Kurt hesitated but then nodded his agreement. "Deal."

A few hours later, after sneaking out of Quinn's house (the rest of the family sat in the living room playing christian Bingo) they finally arrived in Columbus.

"Where to?" Quinn asked, her eyes on the street.

"How about we look what's up in Legion of Doom?"

Quinn groaned. "Not again, Kurt. That club is a bitch and if Danny isn't on shift we can't get any booze."

"Where else?" Kurt huffs.

"One of the new clubs?"

"Let's just go to High Street first and call Nicky or Dan." The male skank proposed.

In the end they ended up in LoD. Quinn was off with her friend Nicky, a junior in college at OSU while Kurt sat quietly at the bar. Dan was serving him drinks for free while talking loud over the music with other costumers.

DING.

A new of many messages that night came in and when Kurt looked at the display it was his father asking again where he was and if he was okay and he and Blaine were waiting... bla bla bla.

It wasn't long before some guy came over to make him drunk enough to have sex with him.

One drink, two drinks, three drinks and Kurt still didn't feel it. He didn't feel like going somewhere with a guy and be an easy fuck. The guy talked and talked, slipped a hand over Kurt's thighs or over his spine. He asked Kurt to dance and when Kurt glanced over to the dance floor he saw Quinn, dancing with her friend Nicky and watching him; a for Kurt ugly smirk on her face. That bitch could read him too good.

Still, he decided to give the guy more opportunities to molest him and went to the dance floor. Between people moshing and pogoing, were actually some civillised human beings who didn't try to build a wall of death every two minutes.

Important was to stay away from the center to not get smashed by the crazies. So found Kurt himself only minutes later and too soon, pressed in a corner with a stranger's hard dick pressed against his hip. He didn't even remembered the guy's name when he began to suck at Kurt's neck.

"You're so hot," the guy breathed into Kurt's ear.

That was the moment when Kurt felt it. Panic. He didn't want this. And now that he knew what he was, a sub, just a sub, he felt too weak to stop the guy from getting what he want. He was tense, and afraid and he wanted someone to help him like 5 minutes ago.

A quiet "Stop," left his lips and in the next moment Quinn appeared (she must have been close by the whole time and waiting) and asked the guy to please leave them alone.

The guy grumbled something about 'teasing and not pleasing' but left them alone without a scene.

"I-I-I want to go home," sniffed Kurt, clearly shaken by what happened to him.

They had both too many drinks to drive back, so they got Nicky and went to his dorm room to crash for the night. Quinn cuddled close to Kurt in the sleeping bag and stroked through his locks everytime he began to sniff back tears. "Everything will be fine," she whispered before Kurt fell into a light, nightmarish sleep.

The next morning they decided to stay in the city until school lets out.

Kurt had not much money left, so they stayed close to campus to enjoy the sheep prices college offered.

They were at a diner when following happened:

It began with-

A guy talking to his girlfriend at the counter. He was really tall, a townie and too loud, his girlfriend looked exactly like him but much smaller and in bright pink instead of the insulting combination of red, blue an neon green that the dude preferred.

Then-

A few minutes went by, his girlfriend ready to bitch slap any girl that looked at her man when a woman entered the diner. Her blond, big curls were bond to an easy bun on her head, her outfit dressy like she was on her way to a date and her high heels almost high enough to be called sky heels. She was tapping down on her iphone and went blindly to the counter where the couple stood. The guy was already ignoring his girlfriend to stare at the woman and when the petite woman looked up they all understood what was happening.

The woman's cell fell to the ground with a crash while she watched the man in front of her. Then they both laughed. The guy's girlfriend, still oblivious to the happenings, stood next to them and tried to insult the other woman away.

It ended with-

The townie fell to his knees and kneeled in front of woman stroked over his short, spikey hair and bend down to kiss his exposed neck. She left a red lipstick stain, clearly a mark of claim.
The girl in pink was in shock but then understood what just happened and who she lost and crumbled. She grabbed her purse and ran out the diner, crying, and throwing weak insults at the new found soulmates.

"Why is it that every soulmate couple is so different? You and Blaine-" (Kurt: "-not my soulmate-")

"-That guy and the chick..."

"Maybe some Yin and Yang kinda thing?" Nicky suggested. He sipped at his coffe an continued, "Your Dom is some frigid momma's boy and you're a skanky douche. Sounds like the perfect match!"

Quinn and Nicky laughed.

"Shut up." Kurt grumbled. "Shouldn't you be in class right now?" He bit back.

Nicky countered, "So should you."

He drove Quinn to her foster family later that day since she needed to be there in time to do her chores. "I hate making dinner," she sighed.

When she was out of his car, he drove finally home. The first thing he notice when his car drove up the driveway was the light coming out of his house. He looked at his watch. Burt wouldn't be home for another hour at least...

Kurt went in and heard noises from the kitchen. Quietly, he took hold of the baseball bat from the hallway and made his way over to the noises. He smelled food and heard a voice humming together with the radio music.

"What are you doing here, you creep?!" In his kitchen stood Blaine, cooking pasta.

Blaine turned to him from the stove and blinked at Kurt. "Hi! Oh, right. Your father and I agreed last night it would be best for me to move in. Sorry. You weren't here yesterday to give your input."

"Pardon?" Kurt laughed, incredulous.

"Last night. When we waited a few hours for you to come home for dinner like we had arranged beforehand." Blaine turned back to stir his sauce. "Where've you been?"

"Columbus. With a friend." Kurt asnwered, quietly; the bat still raised and pointing at Blaine.

Blaine grinned, "I thought you don't have friends."

"I have one." The skank huffed.

Kurt took a deep breath, let the bat sink, turned and walked out to the porch. He called his dad with a, "How dare you-" on his lips but the discussion turned to nowhere to Kurt's liking.

He smoked, then another cigarette, and another until he felt too cold out in the autumn air.

Back in the house, he found Blaine in the living room watching tv. "You will have to sleep on the couch. My room is in the basement, dad made my old bedroom into his office. It's his decision if he will give it up for you."

Blaine looked up from the tv and his expression brightened when he saw Kurt. "Okay," he replied.

Kurt watched Blaine for a moment whom has lost interest watching tv to continue smiling at his soulmate. Kurt moved closer and slowly sat on the other side of the couch. For one moment, it seemed like Blaine was about to wriggle closer but then Kurt spoke, boredom dripping from his voice, "I had sex on this couch, y'know? Not once, but at least a dozen of times. When daddy was out the city to get some spare parts for the shop, I would bring guys here and let them fuck me."

His Dom stayed on his side of the couch and averted Kurt's nasty expression, visibly intimidated. Blaine breathed, exhausted but recovered from Kurt's blow, "Good to know."

"What? That I am an easy fuck? Don't worry. I wouldn't let you fuck me even if we were the last two men on earth."

Blaine just chuckled in response and concentrated back on the tv. Kurt watched him, slowly relaxing. He glanced at the tv. "I hate sport." He yawned and lifted his feet from the floor and stretched them over the couch. With his long legs he occupied more than just his side of the furniture.

"Want to watch something else?" Blaine asked, falsely sweet.

"Shut up." Kurt closed his eyes. "I just really don't like any kind of sport programme."

"Not even figure skating or the Tough Guy race?"

"Shut up." Kurt repeated.

"What do you like?" (Blaine seemed genuine.)

Kurt sighed, opened his eyes and spoke to the ceiling. "Old movies, reality tv, mtv, where are they now, music or fashion documentarys."

"So you like music?"

"I thought my stalker with a key to my house would have already checked my bedroom?"

"I haven't." Blaine promised. "Do you like Green day?"

Kurt snorted. "If you haven't noticed, that band sold their soul to become popular a few years back."

"That's stupid. If you like the music you can still listen to them."

"But I don't like their music. Never did." Kurt retorted.

"So what instead? Panic at the Disco, Good Charlotte, Paramore?"

"Stop insulting me." Kurt laughed, actually shoving Blaine in the arm.

"I don't think it's insulting. They are all good musicians."

Kurt sighed, "And what would you say if I told you, I am not into scene music?"

"Cool. I really have no idea what music you like, so..." The Dom shrugged.

"I like a lot of different music genres. I never was like the Tom Jones kinda guy like you seem to be but I am not ignorant to different styles. I like Lady Gaga... DON'T LAUGH! Because she is a perfectionist, I like Foxy Shazam. I love them, to be honest. Eric Sean Nally sounds like a young Freddie Mercury. Best experience of my life when Quinn and I saw them at Madison Theater."

Blaine laughed, "Freddie Mercury? Queen? Do you have some weird mustache kink I need to know about?"

Kurt sighed, annoyed because that wasn't funny (and no, no mustache fetish) and stood up. Blaine followed fast and mumbled a small, "Wait."

The skank turned around, looking at Blaine's hand on his wrist. "What?"

"I-I-" Kurt laughed at Blaine's stutter. "Shut up," whispered the Dom and Kurt did, of course. "I made dinner. Eat somethin' if you want." And then he slowly leaned in... Kurt could have moved out of his way, had plenty of time to but then there were Blaine's eyes and they were breath taking and it was the first time Kurt saw him directly in the eyes since the first time they ever met and then Blaine catched Kurt's lips for a millisecond. It was a chased kiss but still felt like so much more.

Blaine grinned at his sub and chirped, "Thanks," he breathed. "I'm gonna take a shower!"

Did Blaine Anderson just wriggle his eyebrows at me?