Blaine sighed, knowing whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good and he was pretty sure he knew what it was about. "Yes, Mother?"

"It's about that boy." Of course it is. "I know he doesn't feel comfortable over here, especially after Christmas, but I want him to know he's welcome here anytime." I knew- what?

"Wait, what?" Blaine stared at her, uncomprehending.

"Kurt, Blaine. I miss you and I want to get to know the boy my son is spending the rest his life with. Don't deny it; you keep spinning your ring every time you look at him."

"I thought you hated him!"

Bethany sighed, her breath puffing out in front of her into the cold air, her eyes staring off into the distance. "How could I hate someone who so obviously makes my son happy? Yes, it would have been nice if you had found a nice, quiet sub so the family wouldn't kick up a fuss, but..." Hazel eyes like the ones he saw in the mirror locked onto his. "Who am I to tell you that you can't have him?"

They were quiet for several minutes, standing in the freezing air as Blaine tried to process what his mother had said, neither looking at the other.

"You know, when we were younger, your father was a lot more lively," she said suddenly, her voice startling in the otherwise silent air. "He liked to talk; we used to spend hours doing nothing but talking, everywhere we went. He liked to make up stories, silly things, just to make me smile. But when my mother met him, she didn't agree. You know that soulmates can't be contested, but she made it very clear that he was too... Too much, that I would need to break him, to calm him down and remind him of his station." She glanced over at him. "My one regret in life is following her lead on so many things; breaking Andrew and then trying to force you to become tougher, to be a stronger Dom, when, in reality, you are stronger than either of us. You listened to your sub, you give him what he needs instead of what others tell you he does.

Blaine, I'm sorry for everything over the past few years. I should have never forced you to try to toughen up like my mother did with me. I hated it when she did it and I always swore I would never force that on my kids if I had Doms, but I did. I can't take back what I did, but I will always hope that one day you will forgive me."

"But what about the family?" Blaine heard himself saying before he could catch himself.

Bethany shrugged. "What about them? I'm sick of playing by their rules. If your sub, if Kurt can stand up to the lot of them, myself included, and hold his head up high, why shouldn't I? He has shown more strength than any Dom in our family ever has."

Blaine was speechless. Despite her (many) faults, his mother was not one for dramatics, nor lying. "Mother, I- Thank you."

"Be sure to let Kurt know," she added, hooking her arm through Blaine's and leading him towards the house. "I want him to know that he's welcome here any time."

"Why don't you tell him?"

"I'm not sure he would believe me if I did," Bethany admitted with a frown. "I haven't exactly been the nicest to him."

Blaine squeezed her elbow and smiled warmly. "I think he would appreciate it more if it came from you," he offered, holding open the front door and gesturing for her to step in first. She did so with a smile, allowing him to help her pull off her coat and hang it up before they made their way to the kitchen in comfortable silence. There they found their subs, head bowed over a book as they discussed some recipe in there and the various ways it might could be improved.

Together, Blaine and Bethany made hot chocolate and brought it to them before sitting at the table. Both men seemed pleasantly surprised to see them, but accepted the warm drinks with smiles and went back to ignoring the two Doms, who began catching up on everything they had missed over the past few weeks that Blaine had been gone.

It wasn't until they were putting on their coats and preparing to leave that Bethany finally spoke. "Now, Kurt, I hope that you'll start joining us for dinner on occasion, now that your father is doing better."

He blinked in surprise, unsure of what to say now that he was being acknowledged by the elder Anderson. "Oh, um, I have to make sure my dad gets dinner, too."

"Well, invite him along. The more, the merrier, they say!" Bethany replied brightly. A bit too brightly, Blaine thought with a wince.

"We'll work something out, Mother," he promised, meaning to guide Kurt towards the exit, but he was halted when she gently laid her hand on Kurt's shoulder, earning a jolt of surprise from the boy, who looked at her curiously.

"Kurt, I want to apologize for my prior behavior. I want you to feel welcome here and my past behavior indicates the opposite. I want to get to know you."

"Oh." Kurt's eyes were wide, unsure of what was going on as they flicked to Blaine, who nodded encouragingly. "Su-sure, that sounds... good. I'll have Blaine let you know when the best night will be, Mrs. Anderson."

"Please, Bethany. I mean, we're practically family now." She was trying so hard, Kurt could tell, and that was the only reason he allowed her to pull him into an awkward hug.

"I think your mom is a pod person," Kurt whispered the moment they climbed into his car. Blaine laughed the entire drive home.

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January was a month filled with laughter and flirting and teasing. It was filled with long days at school and too short nights curled up with Blaine. They had agreed that they needed to write out a new contract, if they were going to continue with a sexual relationship, but they were so busy between glee and friends and just school in general that by the time they got home at night, all they wanted to do was cuddle; they were too tired to much else. Until they could update their contract, they agreed not to do any more sexual activities.

The first week of January, the Auglaize River was deemed frozen enough to go ice skating. After hearing that he had never been, Blaine begged Kurt to try it, promising he would keep him safe.

And that was how Kurt found himself on a bench beside the river, strapping razor sharp blades to his feet.

"I'm nervous," he said, tying the laces of his left skate. He blamed his shaking hands on the cold.

"What are you nervous about?" Blaine asked, kneeling in front of him and tying the right one tightly.

"Falling on my butt, falling on my face, falling in the water, hurting myself, falling and cutting myself on one of these killer blades-"

Blaine grabbed his hands, keeping them from constantly fluttering as Kurt fretted. "Kurt, I promise, I will not let you get hurt, okay? And I checked out the river; it's solidly frozen. Just avoid patches that have plants growing out of them because they'll be weaker areas. It's just like roller blading!"

"I hate roller blading," Kurt grumbled, but he allowed Blaine to help him up and onto the ice. It was slow going, because while Blaine was a natural at ice skating, but Kurt's balance was wobbly at best. They made it a few circuits around, Kurt gripping Blaine's hands tightly as he slowly skated backwards in front of Kurt.

It took awhile, but Kurt was eventually confident enough to let go of one of Blaine's hands. His Dom remained beside him, skating carefully and encouraging Kurt the entire way. Taking a deep breath, Kurt nodded at Blaine, letting go of his hand and skating forward on his own.

He wobbled slightly, jumping when Blaine skated in front of him, not holding him, but watching.

"Are you good?"

Kurt nodded, concentrating on the smooth movements required to propel him forward, his arms held out to his sides to help his balance. "Go, have fun," Kurt told Blaine when he just continued to watch him. "I'll be fine."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to get hurt," Blaine said.

"Shoo." He watched as Blaine hesitated, clearly torn until Kurt gives him a reassuring smile, before he launched himself away, tearing around the ice like a man born to do it. Kurt bit his lip, focusing on left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, windmill arms, left foot-

"Ooof!" Kurt wobbled precariously and, with no one to counterbalance him as he hit a rough patch of ice, he pitched forward, feeling his left ankle twist beneath him as he fell.

"Oh my god, Kurt, are you okay?" Blaine yelled, taking off across the river and throwing up a spray of ice when he comes to a halt beside him. He immediately dropped to his knees, hands anxiously hovering over Kurt's body, unsure of what might be injured.

"My ankle, I think I sprained it," Kurt said, his face twisted in pain.

"Come on, let's go sit on the bench." Blaine eased him to his feet, taking most of his weight when Kurt hissed. It was even slower going than before, but eventually they made it. Kurt dropped onto the wooden bench, wincing as the cold seeped through the seat of his pants. "Here, let me take a look. I took a basic medical course last summer," Blaine insisted, kneeling in front of Kurt and carefully untying his skate. He shivered as the freezing air hit his sweaty foot once the skate was off and then Blaine was pulling his sock off, gently rotating his ankle as he monitored the movement.

Kurt watched as Blaine examined his foot, nerves thrumming through him at how exposed he felt. And then Blaine's thumb brushed over his arch and he shivered again, even as warmth rushed through him, his leg jerking in Blaine's grip. Everything seemed to sharpen into startling clarity as he stared at Blaine. Warmth, love, acceptance, love, filled his body like electricity zapping through him and taking his breath away.

"Did I hurt you? Do we need to go to the hospital?" Blaine asked, panic filling his voice as he released Kurt.

"It's you," he whispered.

Blaine frowned, his eyebrows furrowing as he cocked his head. "What?"

"It's you, it's you, I-"

"Kurt?"

"Blaine, you touched my Soulmark."

His eyes grew huge. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Kurt giggled, even as tears filled his eyes. "Blaine, you touched my Soulmark and I felt it. The connection, I felt it, god, Blaine, you're my soulmate."

Kurt pushed off the bench, pouncing on Blaine, his arms tight around his neck as he kissed him. It took Blaine a second, but then his arms were around Kurt's waist and he was holding him tightly as they kissed feverishly in the snow by the riverbank.

Kurt was really and truly his, he was Blaine's soulmate, his only love, his sub, his perfect match. It wasn't just a love thing, it was in their souls, marked from conception and he couldn't have been happier than he was at that moment, even if snow was starting to melt in his pants.

"God, I love you, I love you so much," Blaine mumbled, pressing kisses all over Kurt's face, his lips, his nose, anywhere he could reach. "I'm so glad it's you, never wanted anyone else anyway, just you, god, love you."

Kurt brought their lips together again, sucking and nipping and pressing as close as he could get in their puffy winter jackets. "Take me home, please, make love to me," he begged between kisses.

"As you wish."

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It's not easy getting to the car, not with Kurt's injured foot, which he barely thinks about in light of the new revelation of Blaine being his soulmate. He could tell the other boy was equally distracted, his eyes coming back to Kurt again and again as he helped him over the snow drifts to where he parked earlier in the day. Back before they really knew what was already in their hearts.

He couldn't seem to stop touching Kurt, his hands never straying far. And not just in the overwhelming Dom way that screams with the instinct to protect his sub (which it always has, since he first met Kurt, he's wanted to protect him and now he knows why), but in a way that's so much more; Kurt hasn't even touched his Soulmark but Blaine felt as though the connection was already singing in his veins.

It's not until they're in the car and on their way to Kurt's house, thanking the people who salted the streets so the drive wouldn't be torturously slow, that Blaine realized something.

"I thought your middle name was Elizabeth?" he asked, carefully not looking at Kurt because he wasn't sure he would be able to stop if he did.

"It is," Kurt confirmed, his hands twisting in his lap, trying to hold back from reaching over.

"But the initials on my foot are K question mark H, so how are we soulmates?"

Kurt gaped at him. "Are you kidding me? God, I'm so stupid," he groaned, head thumping back against the headrest. "All this could have been avoided if I-" He let out an irritated huff. "Blaine, I changed my middle name to Elizabeth after my mother died. I wasn't given one at birth."

Blaine shook his head. "You're not stupid; how could you have known what my Soulmark was? It's never been an issue with us."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right..." He trailed off, looking out the window as they got closer to his house. It seemed to take forever to get there, each mile feeling ten times the length until they were pulling into the driveway. Blaine hurried around the car, anxious to help Kurt and to touch him again.

He never wanted to stop touching Kurt, his sub, his soulmate.

Kurt couldn't seem to stop touching him as well, but they finally made it inside and down into Kurt's room. Blaine helped him take off his jacket, hanging both on the end of the staircase of Kurt's room before leading him to sit on his bed. Reverently, he knelt down and pulled both of Kurt's shoes off, setting them off to the side. His own followed and then he carefully lifted Kurt's left foot.

"How does your ankle feel?" he asked quietly, not wanting to break the trance they both seemed to have fallen in.

"Fine, it's okay," Kurt breathed, looking down at Blaine through half hooded eyes.

Blaine didn't reply, simply pressing his palm against Kurt's foot, directly against Kurt's Soulmark, and then Kurt's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he let out a moan as feelings assaulted him.

Love

Warmth

Connection

Beloved

Beautiful

Affection

Comfort

Protection

Mine

Kurt gasped, his cock hard and full without him realizing what had happened, as he fell backwards on the bed, arching and moaning, his hands clenching on the bed covers as a shot of pure, unadulterated lust coursed through him.

"Oh, fuck, Blaine, oh god," he panted, thrashing but not trying to move his foot away.

"Tell me what it's like," Blaine demanded, and the control in his voice, the flood of Dom pheromones in the air, nearly had him coming right there.

"Please, Sir, I want to come," he whined.

"Answer me," Blaine retorted, pressing harder on Kurt's Soulmark, "and don't you dare come yet."

Kurt groaned, but forced his mind to push aside the emotions coursing through him. "It's like- I can feel you everywhere, in my mind, under my skin, can feel everything you feel for me but more. God, it's so strong, Sir, you're so strong in my body, want to feel more of you, please, Sir, I need you."

"No, not yet." He shushed Kurt gently when he started to whine, stroking his foot until Kurt calmed down. The way he looked, stretched out and flushed and wanting had Blaine's cock hard in his pants, but this wasn't about him. This was about Kurt getting to feel what he never thought he would.

Through the connection, he sent his fondness, his love, his adoration, desperate for Kurt to know how he felt, how strong it was, how much he loved him. Kurt writhed above him, his hands eventually moving to card through his hair as his hips arched with each new feeling.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He released Kurt's foot, ignoring his whine as he crawled up his body to hover over him. The kiss was slow and languid, but heated, rolling towards something they were both desperate for.

"But, Sir, I didn't-"

"Don't care, need you," Blaine growled, ripping Kurt's shirt open. It was a show of how gone Kurt was that he didn't even bother protesting, his hands tugging Blaine's shirt from his pants.

And then the lusty haze cleared from his mind. This wasn't how he wanted their first time to go; that's why he had stopped it on New Year's Eve. Kurt deserved better than some rushed experience and Blaine wanted to make sure it was the best any sub had ever received.

He slowed down, taking his time to kiss Kurt, making his way down his body and peppering it with wet, open mouthed kisses. He sat up, tugging off his shirt when Kurt still pulled at it insistently and throwing it somewhere, he couldn't bring himself to care where, before resuming his exploration. His tongue darted out, flicking over a nipple and drawing a gasp from Kurt's pretty pink lips. His hands came up to card through Blaine's hair, but he stopped him, lacing their fingers together and pinning his hands above his head.

"Don't move, please."

Wide blue eyes, so open and trusting, stared back up at him and Kurt licked his lips. "Yes, Sir." God, that breathy little voice Kurt had when he was turned on did things to him. He sucked the other nipple into his mouth, fingers coming up to tweak the other one. Kurt's back arched, but Blaine pulled back, tutting.

"Love, what did I tell you?"

"Not to move, Sir."

"And what did you do?"

"I moved. I'm sorry, Sir, I won't do it again, I promise." He looked so eager, his eyes bright, that Blaine's cock twitched in his pants.

"This is your only warning," he told him. His head dipped and he flicked his tongue rapidly over one nipple before switching sides.

"Fuck," Kurt hissed, his eyes clenched as he fought the need to move. Blaine chuckled, deciding to be kind and moving down, his tongue circling around Kurt's belly button, the rough fabric of his jeans scratching Blaine's chin.

"May I undress you?"

"Yes, Sir."

Blaine unbuttoned his jeans, kissing the soft bulge of Kurt's belly as the zipper was rolled down. Kurt lifted his hips so that he could pulled them off, though it ended up being more like peeling since they were so tight. He laid a trail of kisses from one hipbone to the other, sucking a mark on his left side. Technically, the first time soulmates made love, there were not supposed to be any kinks involved, since the couple usually didn't want to wait until after they made a contract, but Blaine was sure Kurt wouldn't mind just the one mark. Or the fact that it was placed just so that whenever Kurt wore his tight jeans, it would press on it, reminding him that he was Blaine's.

His underwear joined the pants on the floor and then Kurt was fully and gloriously naked in front of him. His cock was long and hard and Blaine couldn't stop himself from taking it in his hand and stroking tentatively. Kurt made a choked noise and Blaine's head flew up from his awed exploration.

"Is this okay?" he asked, kicking himself for not asking before.

"It's good, it's perfect, keep doing that, please, Sir," Kurt begged, his stomach quivering with repressing his need to move.

Blaine licked up the underside of his cock at the words, his eyes watching every change that passed over Kurt's face. "Such a good boy for me. You can come whenever you want," he murmured before sinking his mouth down. Kurt's hands clawed at the bed covers, his thighs strained under Blaine's hands. He was letting out noises that sounded halfway between a sob and a whine. All it took was Blaine reaching down and brushing his fingers over Kurt's Soulmark, sending a rush of love through it, to have Kurt coming down his throat.

He wasn't prepared for sheer amount that Kurt was coming. What he couldn't swallow dripped down his chin until he used his finger to scoop it up. Kurt watched him, his eyes half closed, as he licked his finger clean.

"That was- You just-" Kurt licked his lips and swallowed thickly, his mouth obviously dry, as an aftershock rocked through his body.

"Do you want me to get you some water?"

Kurt shook his head, "No, but please, can I move, Sir? I want- I need to touch you, please."

Blaine mentally cursed himself for forgetting to release Kurt. "Yes, move, please. You did such a such a good job, Love, I'm very proud of you."

Kurt preened at his words, bringing his arms to Blaine's shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. The love they each poured into it was nearly palpable in the air, crackling and flowing under their skin as the kiss grew deeper and dirtier.

"I want to touch it; can I touch it, Sir?" Kurt panted.

"God, Kurt, please, yes, I want you to so much." Blaine pulled away reluctantly, dipping back down for another kiss before he finally leaned back. He shucked his pants and underwear, his socks falling off somewhere in the midst of everything, until he was gloriously naked. Kurt sat up from where he had been leaning to the side, something in his hand. Blaine tried not to feel self conscious as Kurt's eyes took in every inch of never before seen skin. He sat down and offered his right foot to Kurt, whose eyes grew wide as he took in the letters, his initials, forever etched on the arch of Blaine's foot. His hand lifted slowly, as though he was afraid, but the moment his fingers made contact, Blaine gasped.

It was like Kurt had said; it was everything. He could feel Kurt's love and devotion and submissiveness and it was only seconds before he was tackling Kurt to the bed and kissing him fiercely, whining as he tried to touch everywhere at once. His sub, his soulmate, his love, his Kurtmineminemine.

"Yours," Kurt whispered like a promise. Something pressed against Blaine's forearm; a bottle of lube and a condom. The look of love in his eyes made Kurt's heart flutter in his chest. "Please."

Blaine slicked up his fingers, using more lube than Kurt thought was probably necessary, but then he was massaging Kurt's hole, rubbing until the last bit of tension Kurt was holding onto was released. He whispered praises to Kurt, telling how good he was, how proud he was making Blaine as he took three fingers, his rim stretched around Blaine's knuckles. The words were like a soothing balm over the countless wounds inflicted upon him by his classmates. Bad sub and made to be broken and unwanted were pushed out, the holes filled with Love and good boy and beloved.

The crinkling of the condom wrapper barely registered in his blissful state, and it wasn't until there was blunt pressure at his hole that he came back to himself. Blaine had his legs hitched over his hips, his thighs cradling the other boy's body. His hands shook as he slowly lifted them, cupping Blaine's face and drawing his eyes up from where they had been staring down at his cock, nestled at Kurt's hole.

There was a question in those hazel orbs, one that Kurt silenced with a kiss and a whispered, I love you.

The pressure between his cheeks grew as Blaine pushed inside his body and Kurt moaned at the slow filling. He would push forward a little, and then pull back, trying to allow Kurt to get used to the feeling, but he burned for it. He wanted Blaine to push into him, to make him take it, to make sure he knew he was Blaine's. He wanted to feel a twinge in the morning and know that it was because Blaine loved him, that he wanted him. His hands trailed down Blaine's back, feeling the muscle shift beneath his fingertips and his Dom pushed into him, carefully fucking him.

"Sir, please, I want- I need more," he said, blinking up at Blaine, who had had his eyes screwed shut as he concentrated on his movements.

"I don't-" Blaine thrust against him roughly and let out a pained whimper. "God, Love, you're so tight. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, I swear. Please, Sir, I want to feel you tomorrow."

Blaine grunted, his hips moving faster, seemingly of their own violation. "You're going to kill me."

"It will be a wonderful death."

Blaine let out a bark of laughter at that, screwing his cock inside of Kurt and making him whine. "Fuck, I love you so much. Come again, if you can," he added, noticing that Kurt's cock was once again flushed and hard against his stomach. He lifted Kurt's left leg, placing it on his shoulder and keeping one hand near his Soulmark.

After that, Kurt let himself fall back into his subspace, his body tingling as Blaine took what was his. He let the feelings flow over him with each brush of Blaine's hand over his Soulmark. The heat was building low in his belly again, but this time he ignored it, not considering finding his release while he was so deep in subspace. The feelings of love and being cherished that he thought he would never find rushed over him like a tidal wave the deeper he went. He had never gone so far inside himself before, had never had the need to, and now he was growing nervous, slowly allowing his consciousness to bring him back to the surface, drawing himself out of subspace. He-

He was coming all over his stomach, gasping like a drowning man breaking the surface as Blaine stilled on top of him, his cock still buried in Kurt's ass and his face in Kurt's shoulder as he came. Both were panting as though they had run a marathon in a short time. By the time their hearts had slowed down, Kurt realized that his cheeks were damp with tears, not just sweat. He fretted, trying to figure out a way to wipe them off without Blaine realizing what he was doing, but it proved fruitless anyway.

A calloused thumb brushed under each eye and Blaine's upper body was separating from his so that their eyes could meet. "What's wrong, Love?" he asked, tender and worried and loving.

"I just scared myself, I think. I went a little too deep." Kurt waved off his concern. "Please, can't we just lay here and bask in the afterglow?" He pouted up at his Blaine. "Please, Sir?"

"Whatever pleases you, Love," Blaine said, kissing away his pout before he slid from Kurt's body, frowning as Kurt winced. After disposing of the soiled condom and wiping the come from Kurt's stomach, Blaine pulled Kurt to him, and he happily snuggled to his chest. "We're going to talk about this later," he mumbled. Kurt hummed in agreement, already drifting off to sleep.

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Several hours and one long explanation to Kurt's father later, they found themselves seated inside a hospital room.

"This is stupid, Dad, it's just a sprain," Kurt groused, frowning petulantly.

"Yeah, well, I want to make sure it's not anything else, considering that's your bad foot," Burt shot back. He glared at Blaine. "And don't think we're not going to have words. You were supposed to take care of him."

"I-"

"Oh, stop it, Dad, it was my fault; I didn't tie the skate tight enough."

"What were you doing on the ice anyway! You-"

A light knock on the door interrupted his rant and a nurse popped her head inside. "Kurt Hummel?"

"That's me." Kurt tried not to be bitchy at her, she seemed nice enough, but he wanted to be home, safe in his Doms arms and cuddling, not watching his dad make googly eyes at-

Oh, holy hell, his dad was making googly eyes at the nurse. Kurt eyed her briefly, taking in her outdated hair, neat scrubs, and dirty nurses shoes. His dad could do worse, he supposed.

"Hi, Kurt, my name is Carole Hudson, and I'm going to be your nurse today."