If there was one good thing about his dad going out on a date with that nurse, it was that he wasn't going to be around to bother Kurt about his foot.

As it was, there were several good things about his dad and Carole and the foot issue was just the icing on the cake. It had been three days since Kurt and Blaine had found out they were soulmates and the subsequent trip to the ER where his dad had met Carole. The doctor had proclaimed it to be a mild sprain and informed him that he just needed to rest a bit for a day or so. Carole had stayed in the room the entire time and Kurt was pretty sure that was the only reason Burt hadn't insisted on an x-ray. After the doctor had left the room, Burt had struck up a casual conversation with the nurse while Blaine helped him down from the table. Finally, ten minutes later, Kurt got irritated by the hold up and pulled Blaine in for a kiss, making out with him obnoxiously loud until Burt noticed and pulled them apart, rolling his eyes and moving ahead of them so that he could pull his truck up to the front.

And now the night of the date was here and Burt was fretting and Kurt was just about to tug his hair out because his father was insisting he not move and to keep his foot elevated between running around to get ready. His annoyed huffs and pointed statements that the doctor had said it was only necessary for a day or so and that he felt perfectly fine were met with glares.

He and Blaine had spent the last two days laboriously going over a new contract and Kurt was anxious to get it finalized. Since it involved physical things instead of just emotional and mental, they took more care in going over it, wanting to understand what each kink was, which they were okay with, which ones where a definite no, and which they were curious to try. Kurt knew Blaine would never do anything to hurt him, but there were laws about contracts they had to follow. Blaine also insisted on changing Lovely to Love, saying it fit better and rolled off the tongue easier. But mostly the first part, he would insist each time Kurt smirked at him.

Right now, his soulmate was digging his thumb into the arch of Kurt's foot, massaging it while sending waves of calm over him. He was pretty sure that was the only thing stopping him from throttling his dad, who finally appeared in the doorway dressed in a nice button up, black jeans, and no hat.

"Well?" he asked, holding out his arms and spinning on the spot.

"Looking good, Burt," Blaine said as Kurt let out a whistle. He chuckled, smoothing a hand over his shirt as though to straighten any wrinkles.

"Well, I guess I'll be on my way, then." He pointed a finger at Blaine, looking stern. "Nothing vigorous, do you hear me? He needs rest."

"Dad!"

"Yes, sir," Blaine said, shooting Kurt a look that had him instantly quieting. Burt patted his pockets, muttering to himself as he checked to make sure he had everything before kissing the top of Kurt's head and waving goodbye to them. The moment the door snapped shut, Blaine leaned over, cupping Kurt's jaw and leading him into a slow kiss, refusing Kurt's attempts to deepen it.

He left a lingering kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth and pulled away, his eyes heated. "Do you want to go over the contract one more time?"

Kurt blinked, trying to organize his thoughts, scattered to the wind by the kiss. "Uh, n-no, we've been over it four times, I understand."

"And you're willing to agree to the conditions we have set forth?"

"Yes, Sir."

Blaine nodded decisively before grabbing the clipboard on the table. He scribbled down his signature and then passed it over to Kurt.

He stared at his name, printed beneath Blaine's on official government documents.

Blaine Anderson, Dominate Soulmate

Kurt Hummel, submissive Soulmate

He felt a shiver go down his spine at the word, something he never thought he would have. A Dom, yes, probably at some point, but his soulmate, one that he shared a connection with...

He signed his name with a flourish, grinning as Blaine tugged it away from him and placed it on the table once again. He didn't pause, standing and scooping Kurt into his arms and carrying him downstairs to their room, Kurt giggling the entire time. Despite his small frame, Blaine managed to take him all the way downstairs without stumbling or tripping once. He beamed triumphantly as he deposited Kurt onto the bed and crawled up next to him.

"I'm suitably impressed," Kurt informed him, leaning over to kiss his nose.

"Good. Now, as an officially contracted Soulmate couple, there's something I want to do." Without waiting, he moved back down to the end of the bed and captured Kurt's foot, pressing the heel of his palm to the arch of it.

Kurt's eyes rolled up as he gasped, feelings flooding through him, and, god, he didn't think he would ever get over how much love Blaine poured into him through their connection. It was like bathing in the best smelling bath set at just the right temperature while receiving a full body massage at the same time and that still didn't get close to how it truly felt. Warmth and comfort and love flooded through him, tinted with lust and want, pushed to the back but there, showing Kurt how much Blaine felt for him. It was overwhelming in the best way and by the time Blaine removed his hand, Kurt was hard and panting.

"You're so beautiful." Blaine's voice was pitched low and quiet, filled with the same awe that was shining out of his eyes. "So beautiful and perfect and mine." The last word was more of a growl as Blaine crawled up the bed and pressed Kurt into the mattress with a kiss.

Mine.

Kurt whined at the word, his hips arching against the heavy weight of Blaine on top of him while his hands clutched at the narrow waist. He could feel Blaine's cock, just as hard, grinding against his own as Blaine rolled his hips down.

"Yes, Sir, yours, only yours."

"Kurt, can I blindfold you?" Blaine asked, his breath ghosting along Kurt's ear.

"God, yes, please."

The next who knew how long was filled with overwhelming sensations for Kurt. Like before, Blaine had him keep his hands above his head, not tied down, but still not allowed to move. Blaine took his time, exploring Kurt's body thoroughly, tasting the salty skin as his fingers skated across it, dipping into some areas and tugging and pulling and licking and the loss of vision seemed to have magnified the feeling of everything. Blaine brought him to the edge again and again, but never let him fall over it. He drew out moans and gasps until Kurt was literally sobbing with the need to release.

It wasn't until Blaine gave his permission that the heat that had been coiled in his belly snapped and the ache in his balls eased as he came down Blaine's throat. Kurt drifted through the aftershocks, letting Blaine clean them up as he fell asleep.

Kurt was shaken from his doze some time later by the bed shifting, his body automatically rolling towards the object. His eyes cracked open; his Dom.

"Here, I brought you some water," Blaine murmured, helping him sit up and holding the glass to his lips. Kurt hummed his appreciation and sat back after he drained half of the glass.

"Blaine?" Kurt said once he had slipped back in bed next to him. His Dom squinted over at him from where he had snuggled into the pillows, his eyes heavy with post orgasm sleepiness.

"What is it, Love?"

"I've been thinking... What are we going to do after? We graduate, I mean. You said you wanted to go to California."

"And your heart is set on New York, I remember." He opened his arms and Kurt curled into him, his heady scent of musk and sex instantly relaxing Kurt when he inhaled. "I've been thinking about that myself. I don't want you to miss out on your dreams in New York."

"And I don't want you to go to New York when you're so set on California," Kurt added, his finger drawing patterns on Blaine's chest.

"So here's what we do: you apply to your schools and their west coast equivalent and I'll do the same."

Blaine could feel him frown against his chest. "But what if we only get into schools on the opposite coasts?"

"Then I'll follow you wherever you go."

"But Blaine-"

Blaine tilted his face up, kissing him slowly, letting his tongue trace along his bottom lip. "Wherever you go, I go. Haven't you learned that by now?" he whispered.

"I would too, you know. Follow you wherever," Kurt clarified.

"Good." Blaine tasted like sweetness and light and possibilities that Kurt had only ever dreamed of when he leaned in for a kiss and Kurt savored it, kissing him with hope and love and never wanting to leave.

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Planning a ring ceremony was easy.

Or that's what Kurt thought, at least. He wasn't sure why Mercedes had fretted the entire time they had been planning hers and Tina called him at least three times a day as they got closer and closer to her ceremony date, set in early August. He patiently talked her down as she panicked about this dish set and that DJ and what should their ceremony song be? Cooper was refusing to dance to The Wind Beneath My Wings.

Kurt was glad she wasn't there to see the horrified look on his face when she said that. He was quick to squash that and immediately sent her an email full of Kurt Hummel Approved Ceremony Songs and was relieved to hear that she decided to go with (Today I Met) The Boy I'm Going To Marry by The Crystals.

In between her frantic phone calls, school, and preparing for Nationals, Kurt would doodle ideas for his own ring ceremony. Although young soulmates were given a week off from school after their ceremony, he didn't like the idea of missing any of his senior year. He wanted to use that time to spend with the few friends he had and maybe foster a few more, like he had with Puck every since the New Year's Eve party. But he also knew that they couldn't do it next summer because he was going to spend as much time with his father as possible before he left for the coast and he knew Blaine felt the same about his parents. He had briefly entertained the idea of a winter ceremony during Christmas break, but squashed that, considering his heart was set on an outdoor ceremony. He had a terrible dilemma and he didn't know how it was going to work out.

His father fixed it for him one Saturday in late May. He was sitting on the couch in the living room, bouncing back and forth between putting the finishing touches on his design for Tina's ceremony gown and working on the sketch for Blaine's tuxedo while his husband-to-be played football in the backyard with Sam, Puck, and Finn. Blaine's mother was sparing no expense for their ceremony, and that included paying for their custom made tuxes.

"Hey, buddy," Burt said, slowly lowering himself down on the couch next to Kurt's legs, curled up so that he could prop his sketch pad on them. He let out a hum of acknowledgement as he squinted, trying to get the line of the bodice just so. Burt waited until he sat back, tilting his head this way and that to make sure it was right, before saying, "Hey, need you to focus on me; we need to talk."

Kurt looked up quickly. "Are you sick again? What's wrong? Do we need to go to the hospital?" His angina had been carefully controlled and he hadn't had any complications that Kurt knew of, but still, one could never be too cautious.

"Hey, hey, no, it nothing like that, calm down!" Burt soothed. "Now, I know you're trying to figure out when to do your ceremony and I wanted to give you something to help out." He leaned over and pulled out a slightly wrinkled envelope and handed it to Kurt.

Curious, he pulled out... "A travel brochure? To New Zealand?" He looked at his dad. "Are you planning on going on vacation or something?"

"No, I told you that it's for you. Their summer is our winter, so I thought that maybe you would like to have the ceremony there. You two can do your bonding and then take a week off for the honeymoon there. Your mom, she wanted you to have enough money to have whatever kind of ceremony you wanted, so she put money into a savings account for it the same time she put some in for your college fund. After she died, I did it, too. I know you thought you wouldn't ever find your soulmate, but I still wanted the option to be there if you did." Burt looked a little nervous as he watched Kurt's face. "If you don't want to, you don't- OOF!" His breath was knocked from his chest as Kurt set his pad down and threw himself into his fathers' arms.

"Thank you so much!" His words were muffled by Burt's shirt, but he could still hear him. "Of course, I'll have to ask Blaine if he wants to, but this is perfect, thank you, Dad."

Burt hugged him back just as tightly. "Anything for you, buddy."

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Once Blaine wholeheartedly agreed, things seemed to roll uphill from there. Tina's dress was completed and sent off to the dressmaker, his and Blaine's tuxedo sketches were coming along nicely, and Kurt finally settled on light green and orange for their ceremony colors. He spent all of his free time figuring out the floral decorations and the centerpiece designs and the invitations, all the way up until just before Tina's ceremony, set in early August.

They leave for California two weeks before the day so that Kurt can help with any last minute plans and to make sure the dress is done to his specifications. He had already planned to use the design in his portfolio when he applied for colleges in the fall and he was hoping that Tina would be willing to play the model for him. She happily agreed and listened as he fretted and paced about his applications and Blaine and them not getting into schools on the same coast; she finally shoved an orange slice in his mouth and told him to calm down and stop over thinking things. She had already been accepted into Whittier College for the 2012 fall semester and, as Kurt pointed out, didn't have to worry about the possibility of losing her dream or taking her Dom from his.

"Kurt, you don't need to get yourself worked up about this," she said soothingly. The hum of the a/c was the only other sound in the apartment at the moment; the guys had gone to pick up... something, Kurt couldn't remember what. "You're going to make yourself sick."

"But, Tina, I don't know what I'm going to do. I- I want him to be happy, but I don't want to give up NYADA on the slim chance that I get it."

"They would be a fool to reject you, but sweetie, there are other schools, other things that you could do. I mean, you designed my freaking wedding dress; you have crazy talent there. The dressmaker was spewing compliments about the design. And if you do get into NYADA and Blaine doesn't get into a school in New York? Then he's already said he'll go with you and I don't doubt he would do it with a smile on his face and a song in his heart."

Kurt let out a stream of air, whistling slightly as it escaped his mouth. "You're right, I'm panicking over nothing."

Tina reached over and pulled him in for a hug, squeezing just the right amount. "Not nothing, but nothing that you need to panic over."

He hugged her back and kissed the top of her head, rolling his eyes as the guys returned and Cooper let out a wolf whistle.

"Hot," he said, winking at them as he placed the bags he was carrying onto the island.

"Shut up," Kurt grumbled, throwing a grape at him.

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The dress. Was. Perfect.

That's all Kurt could think when it was finally revealed two days before the ceremony and the feeling hadn't worn off since. He carefully pulled it from the garment bag and proudly showed it off around the gathered Doms in Tina's dressing room. They all 'Oooh'd and 'Aaaah'd, exclaiming over the design and the material and, once she put it on, the way it looked on Tina.

Her makeup done and her dress settled properly, she, Kurt, and the photographer set out to take a few pictures for the ceremony album and for Kurt's portfolio. He couldn't help but give suggestions, pointing out things and irritating the guy. He just wanted it to be perfect, not only for him, but for Tina, since it was her big day. Once they were done, everything became a whirlwind.

There were pictures of the ceremony party, more pictures of the lovely bride, seams to fix, tuxedos to straighten. Boutonnieres were pinned to labels and shirts and dresses and Tina was walking down the aisle and they were eating dinner and then the dance floor filled up. It had been a perfectly lovely wedding and, as Blaine held him tight and rocked slowly to the rhythm of the song.

When somebody needs you
It's no good unless he needs you - all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in between years - come what may

Blaine sang along to the song as they swayed, because of course he knows Sinatra songs, of course, and Kurt just buried his nose into his neck, kissing the bit of skin above his starched collar. "I love you."

"I love you more."

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"Do you think we should have green square tablecloths over orange round tablecloths or the other way around?"

Blaine hummed, looking up from his book. "What? Oh, uh, I think green over orange would look good."

Kurt hummed noncommittally as he stared down at the pin board he had set up for their ceremony plans. "Also, I decided I don't like the dishes we originally planned on. I'm thinking we stay with the square design because I really like that, but instead have a solid green plate with a smaller solid orange plate on top. But I think the green tablecloth on top would be too bright; the orange would dim it down some."

"I didn't think the green was that bright." He stared as Kurt lifted up the two fabric samples. "Huh. Well, I still think the green would look better on top, but why don't you just use white instead?"

"Because white is boring and clich� and it's going to be too bright. I don't want it to detract from the flowers or decorations." Kurt frowned down at his pinboard, hands on his hips. Blaine stood from where he was sitting by his bed and came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on Kurt's shoulder. He looked at the pin board as well.

"Why not use black?"

"What?"

"Black tablecloths. You can get some cloth and add orange and green runners along the bottom. They'll stand out, but not too much, you won't have to worry about stains when someone inevitably spills something, and it will make the centerpieces stand out more."

Kurt turned around and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pecking him on the lips. "You," kiss, "are," kiss, "brilliant." A loud smacking kiss and then he was nudging Blaine towards the bed. "May I reward you for solving my problem, Sir?" he purred.

"Fuck, yes."

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The money his father gave him had gone far. The Anderson's agreed to pay for their hotel room and most of the glee club was able to come (although some couldn't make it because of the holidays). Kurt didn't want a huge audience, after all, he only needed his dad and his best friend to witness, but he was happy that most of their friends and family were coming. Blaine wasn't too happy that most of his family had agreed to come, knowing that they were going to say things to Kurt because of his words the year before, but his mother had insisted on inviting everyone.

The tuxedos were done, carefully packed into garment bags. The centerpieces were wrapped and shipped over the week before, the tablecloths tucked inside the box with them. The venue was providing the tables and chairs and they had found a florist to work with and would be meeting them the day after they arrived, as well as the caterer and the cake people. Everything had been set up and confirmed through emails and Skype over the past few months, but Kurt wasn't going to relax until he spoke with the people face to face and was able to make sure everything was correct. Puck was going to play DJ for them, the playlists had been set up and copies sent to a few people as well as saved on a file sharing site, just to make sure they don't get lost, Kurt insisted when Blaine and Puck snickered.

The trip was long and Kurt was sure they were going to lose their luggage when they changed flights and picked up Tina and Cooper in California and then what were they going to wear, he couldn't wear something ill fitting and off the rack, not for his ceremony. They nearly missed the flight because Blaine had to drag him into one of the rooms set aside for just such occasions and calm him down. He was so damn nervous that nothing was going to work out that he was nearly sick by the time they finally landed in New Zealand.

Naturally, everything was perfectly fine. The florist was ecstatic to meet them, the caterer's menu was just as they had planned, the weather forecast was to be mild and dry and their luggage was safely delivered. Blaine straddled the back of Kurt's thighs, massaging his back.

"You've already thrown up twice. Please, Love, I need you to calm down," he murmured, his words barely high enough to register over the soothing Celtic music crooning out from his iPod dock. His slick hands kneaded the muscles of Kurt's shoulders, thumbs working out the knots of tension.

"I'm sorry," Kurt sighed. His voice was a bit choked up as he continued, "I just want our ceremony to be perfect."

Blaine began peppering kisses over the back of his head, hands coming to press into the mattress on either side of Kurt's torso. "Sh, hey, no, I know, I know, Love, and I appreciate you doing everything you've done for our ceremony. But I don't want you making yourself any sicker. If need be, I'll have my father and Carole take over and make you spend the next three days in various spas, unable to do anything but relax."

Kurt chuckled wetly. "Oh, the humanity! Stuck in a spa for three days, what ever shall I do? The terror! The torment! I would never survive."

A well oiled finger pressed inside of him and that was the end of Kurt's short lived montage.

The day before the ceremony did find Kurt at a spa with Carole, Mercedes, Rachel, and Andrew. It was just as Blaine had promised, nothing but quiet relaxation, broken by giggles as they talked. It did its job and by the time Kurt returned to their empty hotel room that evening, he felt so loose and languid that he fell flat on face and dozed. Blaine was out with some of the other Doms and, yeah, Kurt was the first to admit that he missed being able to starfish on his and Blaine's bed at home and he took full advantage of the empty bed right then.

He woke up, trying to figure out what felt so different than when he had fallen asleep. His face is smooshed into the bed and his ass is in the air and oh.

"Oh, god," he moaned as Blaine continued to lick his asshole. His cock was hard and dangling beneath him, swaying with every enthusiastic swipe of Blaine's tongue.

"Good, you're awake." Blaine barely paused to get the words out, his fingers holding Kurt's ass open and his tongue swirling around his rim before pushing in slightly. Kurt let out a whine, just managing to stop himself from thrusting back. "That's it, let me hear you." They're growled out and followed by a sharp nip at the inside of his left cheek.

"Sir, that- you- fuck-" Kurt let out a moan as Blaine's tongue flicked rapidly over his hole before he continues licking him. "I need to come, please, Sir, may I come?"

"No."

Kurt let out a sob. He didn't know how long Blaine had been at it, but he thought it might have been a while because he was so hard and he wanted nothing more than to come but Sir had said no.

A spit slick finger pressed slightly inside and Kurt cried out as the warmth in his belly spread throughout him, his orgasm taking him by surprise as he spilled across the bed.

"Fuck! Shit!" Kurt panted as he screwed his eyes shut against the humiliation coursing through him. He had failed his Sir. He lay there for a few minutes, until his breathing evened out and his heartbeat slowed. "I'm sorry, Sir." His words, spoken when the silence of the room became too much, were barely a whisper.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I came without permission."

"Do you think you should be punished?"

"If it pleases Sir."

"That's not what I asked."

Kurt stayed silent for a long moment, unsure of what to say. He had never had to be punished before, he was usually so good for Blaine, but this time... "I didn't listen; I should be punished."

"Do you want to be punished?"

Quietly, "Yes, Sir."

There were shuffling noises and then he was being moved around, lain over Blaine's thighs, his face cushioned on his crossed arms. "I'm only going to give you five spankings this time. You're going to call them out for me. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

He could feel the calluses on Blaine's warm hand as he caressed Kurt's ass for a moment before it moved away. Kurt tensed, waiting for the first strike.

SMACK!

He had relaxed a tiny bit and that's when Blaine struck, open handed on the right cheek.

"One."

It was like a game, Kurt waiting for the impact and Blaine waiting to catch him off guard. As soon as Kurt called out five, his body loose and pliant and so close to sinking into subspace, Blaine was arranging him again, laying him on his stomach and fetching something from the nightstand drawer. Aftercare lotion, Kurt realized after some of it was squirted, cool and thick, on his ass.

He felt... accomplished, was the best thing he could think of. He had disobeyed his Dom and had taken his punishment and it felt like validation.

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Kurt was still a little sore the next day, but not as bad as it could have been. He was just thankful that Blaine had only given him five spanks. He hitched his trousers up and winced at the jarring motion of his ass. Tina was giggling at him and ignoring his glares as she set about pulling on her dress.

"Looks like you had some fun last night." She wiggled her eyebrows ridiculously at him, hitching up the sides of the light green dress.

"Shut up and just for that, I'm not helping you zip up."

She pouted prettily at him until he sighed and caved. "Thank you," Tina grinned brightly at him.

"You're still short."

But she looked amazing, the orange tiger lilies set off perfectly by the black of her hair, done up with ringlets falling artistically around her face. A few of the green hibiscus flowers were placed just so in her hair as well, the color matching her dress exactly.

"You look beautiful." Kurt eyes trailed down her face to meet hers. "Thank you for doing this."

"Thank you for asking me to do this." They hugged gently.

"Have you seen Sam anywhere? He's supposed to be getting ready."

"Here I am!" his best friend called, slipping through the door and shutting it again. Kurt walked over and started tying the orange bowtie, hanging loose around Sam's neck. "Sorry, I was trying to convince 'Cedes that we should do a vow renewal thing while we're here. I don't think we're far from where they filmed The Lord of the Rings," he said excitedly.

"Oh, god, I didn't even think of that," Kurt murmured, looking at Tina. "Santana is going to make so many hobbit jokes!"

"I'll keep her off your back," Sam cut in. "I won't let her ruin your day, I promise."

"Thanks, Sam." Kurt threw his arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He hadn't spent a lot of time around him over the past year and it was times like these that made him remember why Sam was his best friend and how much he missed him, nerdy obsessions and all.

Things picked up from there. He was just finishing tying his own tie when the photographer came for them, and then they were getting ready to go into the antechamber and his dad looked so good in his tux that Kurt started crying. This was real, he was about to bind himself to the Dom of his dreams.

Stacy went first out the doors, dropping lilies and hibiscus flowers down the aisle, and then Stevie followed, carrying a pillow that contained the altered Dom and sub rings. It had felt weird not to have his or Blaine's on his thumb and he couldn't wait for the new ring to be placed there instead.

Tina practically glided down the aisle and then Sam did a firm walk, a look of concentration on his face as he tried to keep time and then...

"Are you ready, son?"

"So ready."

And then he was stepping into the room, his eyes instantly drawn to the man at the altar, who was staring at him, his jaw slack.