"Kurt? Y'home, buddy?" Burt entered the house through a door leading back to the garage. He heard the shower upstairs, the tv on in the living room and Kurt in the kitchen talking to someone.



Burt concluded it's Blaine in the shower and that Kurt must be on the phone like every time he didn't hear Burt calling for him.



"I don't know- I don't know if I get my father to throw him out. When I called him earlier he wouldn't butch and Blaine looks like he made himself home already. -Of course I want him gone. -No. That I didn't let that guy fuck my yesterday does not mean Blaine is my soulmate. FUCK THE BET! I will show you tomorrow, okay? Stop calling me a sub. -Bitch! - No. No, you will listen. I give a shit what you all say. -Yes. Want to see all the fucks I give?" Kurt hung up the phone and violently smashed it on it's dock.



"What was that about" Burt asked. He leaned on the door frame and watched his son raging through the kitchen.



Kurt startled, not informed his father had been behind him. "Fuck! Dad. Don't scare me like that!" Kurt went over to the fridge and got a bottle orange juice out. "You want some?" He asked his father when he went to get a glass from the cupboard.



"No thanks." The older man sat down at the kitchen table and observed his son. "What was the call about? What did you mean with 'did not let that guy fuck me, yesterday'?"



Kurt breathed, nervously, "It's not what you think."



"Oh. I think I heard right and you are in trouble, mister."



Kurt sat opposite his father looking stern at the table top. "For what?"



"For never coming home yesterday, for leaving us worried, for never calling back, for going party without my consent, apparently being sexual active...? The list is endless right now. I should ground you until your dying day but it's Blaine's job to decide on your punishment now."



Kurt tried to stay calm but he felt his blood pressure rise, his limbs freezing in fright and bile just at the edge, stuck in his throat. "You didn't mean that," Kurt whispered dangerously, clinging to his glass.



"Oh, I did-" Kurt rised from his chair, "-Sit down. I am not finished yet." Burt ordered.



"But I am." Kurt threw over his shoulder on his way out. "Don't ever talk to me again if you are not on my side in this."



Kurt raced up the stairs. He felt like he was going to have a panic attack any moment with his father ignoring his wishes like that, his stalker in house and his only friend agreeing with their idea of soulmate; sweat ready to break out on his skin, bile waiting for him until he reached the upstairs bathroom. He just made it to the door when it opened without Kurt even touching the handle and then Blaine stood in front of him in just a towel around his hips, chest naked and still a bit wet from his shower.... Wet, wild locks curling endless on his head....



They almost knocked together but Blaine reacted fast, if not surprised, and held Kurt on his shoulders at a save distance. "Kurt? You okay?"



Blaine was about to tighten his hold on Kurt's shoulders, feeling clearly his sub's distress but Kurt screamed, "Don't you fucking touch me!" The lithe boy shoved Blaine away from himself, way now free to the bathroom, he fled and locked himself in. He made it just in time to the sink before he finally puked bile.



"Kurt? You alright? Kurt! What is going on? Are you sick? Talk to me!" Blaine non-stop knocked at the door and shouted for Kurt to open up but Kurt didn't obeyed his Dom and hid in the bath tub; hugging himself, tight.



"Leave me alone," cried Kurt, wiping snot from his nose.



The skank shut himself away for at least two hours. The first hour, Blaine continuedly knocked and plead for Kurt to let him in so he could help him. With every word and knock Kurt took mentally a small step away from the door and from Blaine.

Kurt didn't feel a lot closer to Blaine after their chat in the living room and the kiss confused him more than anything. He was too afraid with what being bond as a submissive to a stranger meant to himself instead of giving Blaine a chance. He couldn't lose the independacy he had, or his free will, or his dreams. And that's what a sub was for him, an unequal life partner, a slave, a puppet, pet?- Whatever. It's not what Kurt dreamed of for his life to be or ever to become.


Some time later his father came up and told Blaine to leave Kurt alone for now. "Really, son. That bone-head in their won't leave the room until we are in bed. Just leave him to sulk."


-


Kurt waited until he was sure the whole household was asleep before he got out of the bathroom. He listened to his father snore in the master bedroom. He was unsure if Blaine was asleep yet but he wanted to get to his bedroom and if he had to fight Blaine... he would. Of course he would. He knew how to kick men right 'there' to make them weep like babys. He stepped down the stairs without making any noise. When he reached the hallway, he looked over to the open living room; it was dark. Blaine must be asleep. Then he walked to the basement and locked himself in, again.



Two days went by without Kurt coming out of his room. Blaine left food at his door at morning, before he left for school and at dinner time. Burt knocked a few times and tried to talk to his son as tried Blaine. Quinn called but Kurt shut his phone off since he felt betrayed by his only friend.

-

"Kurt? I need a sign that you are alive in there or I will break down this door." His father said on the second night. Kurt threw one of his boots against the door to answer his dad.

-

"Kurt? It's Blaine. Let's talk." Kurt played loud 'Love Song' by Sara Bareilles because it was too ironic not to.

-

At the 3rd night, in the middle of the night, Kurt came out of his room. He heard his father's snores upstairs. The whole house was dark and asleep. Kurt had his things packed, ready to run away from home. He just needed a bit money. Quietly, he made his way over to the kitchen. In one of the cupboards Kurt knew his father hid money for bad days. Well, right now was really bad. He would take it and in a few years, he would pay him back but for now, he needed money to get away as far away as possible from this house.



"What are you doing?" Asked a voice behind him. Kurt slowly turned around to face Blaine.



"Why are you not asleep?" Kurt wanted to know. He tightly held onto the money when Blaine eyed it, suspiciously.



"I haven't slept in days, Kurt." Blaine laughed without humor. "When I wasn't in school, I stayed most of my time in front of your door." And true the dark haired boy had deep circles beneath his eyes.



"Why would you do that?" The sub frowned at his Dom.



"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine cursed. "Just for once. Even if you don't believe so yourself, for me, you are my everything; my soulmate, my submissive, my responsibility, the person I am suppossed to care for and love for the rest of my life. I've been waiting to talk to you forever.
"And now what is it you are trying to do?" He asked his sub after a deep breath.



Kurt answered in one exhale, "I am running away. I can't take to be here anymore."



Blaine stepped closer to Kurt, his eyes dark and tired. "Okay. If you really want to, then lets go. Just wait, I need to get my bag."



"For what do you need your bag?" Kurt asked, oblivious.



"To come with you?" Blaine answered. He thought he made himself clear.



Kurt laughed so loud he was afraid he woke his father. "Are you crazy or just stupid? I.Don't.Want.To.Elope.With.You. I am trying to get away from you! Forever! FIVE EVER! If you are one of those kids. It's your fault that my life became even shit and I don't want it to become even worse!"



There was silence between them. Blaine looked at Kurt so stony, Kurt wouldn't have recognized him as the same person but he was still Blaine and Kurt felt afraid under his glare.
The next thing happened so fast, Kurt didn't registered it happened at all until after it was done.
He tried to get past Blaine in his fear, but Blaine's hand just grabbed his shoulder, holding him in place. A quiet, "Kneel" let him fall to the ground like a bag of potatos. Blaine still standing tall, looked down at Kurt, breathing hard. "You think this is how I wanted it to be between us? I don't understand - I really don't understand why you hate me so much when I am already in love with you.
"What is it that you hate so much about me? Please tell me and I will try to be better for you." Blaine pleaded, still hovering above Kurt. His voice had changed from angry to quiet and desperate when he plead for Kurt to answer him.



Kurt was about to stand up but Blaine ordered, "Stay there." So Kurt stayed, kneeling, staring up with vicious eyes at his Dom. It was obvious Blaine was dominating him, he wanted to cry, kick and disobey him but Blaine's presence felt so strong, it froze him into place. Blaine took one of the kitchen chairs and sat down in front of Kurt. He guided Kurt's head to rest on his knees and shushed Kurt's complaines. "I want to tell you something and then you are alllowed to talk. Your head stays in my lap but you are welcome to get comfortable." Blaine exhaled loud through his mouth, "Okay. I don't understand yet what your problem is. Since we met, you only ever ran away or avoided me. It hurts when you do that. It hurt when you ran away when we first bonded, it hurt everytime you ran away from me after that. It hurts me when you deny our bond and I don't believe you when you say, it didn't hurt you as well. I want you to talk to me now."



Blaine was right. It hurt everytime he ran. But he was too head strong to just give himself up. The effort to deny their connection was too much most of the time and he felt only weak and exhausted after every meeting. He didn't know anymore what his heart wanted. He always thought, it belong to the world but why did it hurt everytime he threw insults at this boy?



Instead of talking, Kurt sniffed, tears welling up in his eyes and then he cried in Blaine's lap. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore, clinging to Blaine's legs in an iron grasp. Blaine gently stroked his hair and rubbed his back.



When he finished crying his heart out they both stayed silent, the clock hanging above the door ticking away. Blaine waited until Kurt was ready, and Kurt tried to find a beginning to his explanation.



"I believed my whole life, I would be a Dom when I find my soulmate." He started quietly.



"Why?" Blaine questioned. He stroked through Kurt's colorfull hair and waited for Kurt to continue.



"Because I am head strong, I like to be the center of attention, I go my own way, I am judgemental, I always felt so strong and so IN life. I believed, I would always lead my own life."



Blaine concluded, "So, you think you can't do these things anymore when I am beside you?"



Kurt huffed, wiping at a stray tear, "I know I can't. I can feel it right now. I can feel how weak I am and that I am not the person I was anymore. I can feel that my whole being, my whole future is in your hands... and I hate it."



"Kurt, I-"



"Stop. You don't understand."



Kurt raised his head and stood up. The spell of Blaine's dominance finally broken. Kurt breathed in the cool air, his legs were stiff from the cold tiles. He felt uncomfortable looking down at Blaine now. It was much more comfy having Blaine pat his head, and kneeling to his feet but he couldn't allow himself this comfort, he could never become this weak again for that boy.



"I am going to bed." Kurt put the money away and descended to his room, leaving Blaine behind again, heartbroken.



The next day Kurt went to school. Quinn was without a word about the last days, at his side in the hallways to go together to their usual spots. This time it was the girls toilets on the second floor. They sat in a cabin and shared a joint when someone loud came into the bathroom.



"I can't believe it's always us who gets slushied." He and Quinn knew that voice. It was that asian gothic girl, Tina.



"Right? You should think it's these smelly skanks that should be slushied everyday. They are at least in need of a shower." Rachel Barbra Berry. God no.



Tina: "I don't know. Hummel looks always clean and Puckerman never said a word about Quinn being dirty when they lived together."



Rachel: "Oh, come on. Kurt may clean himself but he must have several STDs! I saw him yesterday selling himself at the gas station."



Quinn looked questiongly at Kurt but he just shook his head in answer.



Tina: "Didn't Blaine say that he is Kurt's soulmate?"



Rachel: "Don't be stupid! I bet it is the same as when Quinn thought Noah was her soulmate. Kurt is whoring himself to anyone but Blaine and when Blaine sees finally the truth, he will forget the guy and we will have perfect broadway babys. Little Gene and little Judy..."



Quinn gagged. Tina laughed.



Tina: "Right... Well, I feel sorry for Quinn. The whole incident with Puck wrecked her whole life. It's sad to see someone who had it all fall so deep."



Rachel: "Don't be sorry for her. I heard she made from the fetus and the placenta her hair dye! Isn't that horrible? Poor Noah!"



Both girls were startled when behind them was a loud crash. The door sprang open and Kurt was stamping over to them.



Rachel shrieked, eyes big and clothes still drenched in blue food dye, "What are you doing here? It's the girls b-"



Kurt slapped the tiny girl square over her face once. He went back to the stall and got Quinn out, both leaving the shocked girls behind.



~"Kurt Hummel, Quinn Fabray, please come to the principal's office. I repeat, Kurt Hummel, Quinn Fabray, please come to the principal's office."~



Both sat in the office waiting for someone to come in and tell them why they were there.



It took almost an hour when Burt, Mrs. Collins, Principal Figgins, Blaine and Rachel came in. Rachel held an ice pack to her face, almost her whole face in bandage. Kurt could see she smeared eyeshadow beneath her eyes to let it look like they were bruised.



"Are you kidding me?" Kurt laughed, loud. "This is a joke right?" He asked the surrounding people, eyeing Rachel's bad costume.



"I fear, it's not a joke, Mr. Hummel. Ms. Berry was hurt by you and we won't tolerate any more incidents involving your person. This school is fed up by your behaviour. I brought both your guardians here to talk about your expulsion." Mr. Figgins explained, sitting down in his chair.



"This is ridiculous. Where are Rachel's parents, where is the evidence, where is Ms. Pillsbury. You can't expel anyone from school without everyone involved attending this meeting. Then is my next question, why Rachel's 'wounds' are just make-up. I want to know what happened first before I let you expel Kurt or Quinn from this school." Blaine raged.



"Very well, Mr. Anderson. Ms. Berry came to me after 3rd period with her obvious wounds and explained that Ms. Fabray slushied her, when Ms. Berry defended herself, Mr. Hummel punched the victim." Figgins continued. Kurt and Quinn laughed about the made up story. ("Slushie her next time in red. Blue isn't her color," Kurt mumbled to Quinn who snorted loudly.)


"So you both admit your crime?" Figgins asked the two teenager.


"That's not what happened!" Quinn yelled.



"I slapped her." Kurt confessed.



"You did what?" Burt turned to his son, clearly disappointed in his son. "You really hit that girl?"



Kurt nodded proudly at his dad. "I slapped that bitch and I would do it again."



"What is this about?" Blaine asked Kurt.



Kurt turned to his Dom. "Doesn't matter."



Blaine looked annoyed at his soulmate. "Come on now, Kurt."



"I won't tell you. You are one of them, Blaine. I HATE the Glee Club!"



"Did you hear?" Rachel screached. "He did it because I am the star of our club and he is just a jealous, sore loser who smells of cold smoke and cheap intercourse." The tiny girl spat at Kurt, pointing her finger at him. He want to bite it off but behaved when he saw Quinn's warning glare.



"Shut up," said Quinn, Blaine and Kurt in unision.



"So, not only me being your Dom and soulmate, but being in Glee Club is another reason for you to avoid me?" Blaine inquired.



Kurt didn't answer but Quinn agreed for him.



"Kurt hates the Glee club ever since I told him what happened to me. He is the only one who knows what really happened and he despises every member of New Directions because they were the ones who spread rumors about me and plainly said, destroyed my whole life." She answered with a honey sweet voice.



"She is lying." Rachel said. She put down the ice pack and Blaine immediately examined the red cheek. "You see this?"



Quinn pointed to the swollen cheek, the only clearly visible part on Rachel's face that wasn't hidden by the many bandages. "That's where Kurt slapped her after we overheard her saying... what was it again? Oh right, 'I killed my baby to make hair dye out of it'."



"Is that true?" Burt asked the brunette girl.



"Of course not! She is a lying skank. Look at my ruined clothes, isn't that evidence enough that she slushied me? And what's with my bruises?"



Kurt licked his thumb and wiped it over Rachel's make up, wiping it off her skin.



"Why am I here? This is a farce. Quinn, I am going home." Mrs. Collins said something for the first time since entering the office and left after petting Quinn's shoulder. "You can call me about the consequences later, Mr. Figgins. See you in church."



"Okay. Ms. Fabray, I think it's clear that expullsion isn't the right punishment. Still, I will suspend you for 2 days from school for throwing a slushie and you will have to pay for the cleaning expenses." Figgins declared.



"Is your brain damaged? Quinn didn't do anything!" Kurt spat. "Should I spell it to you? I-N-N-O-C-E-N-T."



"It's okay, Kurt." Quinn rested her hand on Kurt's knee. "Calm down. It's just two days."



Figgins sighed. "But Mr. Hummel still hit a girl." He continued. "And we don't tolerate violence at this school-"



"Since when?" The skank retorded. "When I was a freshman, I had more broken bones and bruises than someone with Lobstein Syndrome thanks to your football team." Kurt was enraged by Figgins' statement. He had enough x-rays of his broken bones to use as wall paper in his basement bed room. He broke several toes, wrists, ribs (and even his leg once) enough for a life time before he entered the safety net of the skanks. Before he had the skanks, there was never enough "evidence" to help him but now THIS was enough to get him expelled?!



"It's a difference between students that benefit the school and students-"



"Wait- wait a moment here. So you want to expel my son from school because you think he is trash?" Burt intervened. The old man's head was red and his eyes resembled the ones of a crazy bull. "Don't finish your sentence Figgins or God help me-"



"That's not what I said." Figgins defended himself, eyes wide with fear.



Quinn narrowed his eyes at him. "But it's what you meant."



"I don't care what he meant! That boy hit me! I want him gone from this school or my two gay dads will sue this school!" Rachel stated winningly, holding Figgins' gaze at her last words.



Blaine glanced over at Rachel. He was not the smallest bit impressed by her antics. "And my family will sue this school if you expel him. Oh, and Rachel. I have enough lawyers in my family that will sue you for defamation. Don't worry."



A big shouting fight broke loose. Kurt told Blaine to stay out of this, Burt was about to strangle Rachel, Quinn began to paint her nails, and Blaine and Rachel yelled about money and lawyers and connections to the mafia- "ENOUGH! I have enough of you all! The school board will decide over Mr. Hummel's case. Until then, he is suspended from school. Now, all leave and you Ms. Berry take off that stupid costume!" Mr. Figgins shouted, exhausted.



Outside the office Rachel turned to glare at Blaine. "I thought better of you. You are no longer welcome in my club." She strutted away while getting rid of the bandages.



"I will drive you both home. See you later, Blaine." Burt patted the other Dom's shoulder.



Quinn and Kurt sat in the backseat but Burt didn't started the engine.



"What's up?" Asked Kurt his father, nudging his shoulder from behind.



"Just thinking," mumbled Burt, scratching his bald head before putting his basecap back on.. "We should really sort through all this and I am trying to think of a point where to start with."



Quinn nodded. "That would be good. "



Burt moved to look at her. "Maybe I'll start with you." He grinned at his son's friend.



"What?" The teenagers both asked, confused.



"When is your birthday, girl?" He took out a notepad and began to write something.



"In a month I'll be 18." She answered. "I don't need presents."



"How about you come to live with us?"