Chapter 3:

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Chapter 3:

 (I have my own definition of “courting” for this story. It is in NO WAY RELIGIOUS for this novel.

Courting/courtship: During courtship, a Dominant and a submissive get to know each other and decide if there is potential to be in an official Dom sub relationship. A courtship between a dominant and submissive before claiming must ALWAYS be chaperoned by the submissive's parents, (or other Dom guardian.) With family approval, the courting of two people, one of each status will date in some sorts until the dominant presents a temporary collar with desire to claim the submissive, starting an ‘engagement'. Traditionally, in the case of a formal ‘engagement', it is the role of a Dom to actively "court" the submissive using total power exchange with each other when together for up to a month before an official claiming must ensue.

Kurt's Pov

The car ride over to my house was a pretty lengthy one, but it was okay. Of course Kennedy deserved a good punishment for how she spoke to her daddy, but it's not her fault. Her ‘so called father' if you could call that monster a father, is the reason she behaves the way she does. With Blaine's permission of course, I can get her enrolled in some sub respect classes. 3 and a half is a little young for the classroom setting; but it really should be done in a class now since she wasn't taught properly at home as a young toddler should've been taught. At age 2, kids are such sponges and it's really the BIGGEST and most important time to instill the proper tendencies and life skills in them. Especially Dom's because they are so COMPELLED to dominate. They need to be safe about it, and they shouldn't ever be without the proper knowledge. I really hope I get the opportunity to spend more time with Kenna, as well as Blaine. They both need to know how things SHOULD be. Because right now, with a 3 year old telling her father what to do, and her father near tears for not being able to give her what she wants, is NOT right.

“I want to get ice cream right NOW daddy! I don't WANT breakfast!”

Blaine was quick to agree. “Kenna, I'll see if there's ice cream there okay sweetie?”

NO! I wanted to scream. This little girl is something else.

“Kennedy, ice cream isn't for breakfast, and daddy is not buying it, I am. So you will either eat breakfast food like we are, or you get nothing.” I reprimanded.

“Hmph.” And the toddler crossed her arms. But, her mouth was closed. Mission accomplished.

You would think it felt strange to dominate some child who isn't mine, but because of my career, it's very natural. Especially because she was really being a brat though a good hour of the drive, and we were on the road for about 2 hours. I was getting more and more used to reprimanding her for dominating her daddy.

Blaine was hurting more than I liked allowing, but because I was driving, it was difficult to reprimand Kennedy in a dominance heavy way without eye contact. And Blaine was so submissive that he caved to her every desire. It was frustrating.

Wyatt slept in his car seat for just about the whole ride to my house, including our stop at Cheri's diner for breakfast. Blaine was adamant about not eating though. He didn't want me spending too much money on them. He was just glad that Kenna got some food, and of course he thanked me a DOZEN times for it. I had to be firmer with him to make sure he ate something.

“Blaine. You need to eat some breakfast, and I am not giving you the option not to do so. Please choose something, and DO NOT look for the cheapest thing on the menu. Get whatever you like.”

Blaine took a deep breath as he finally submitted and opened his menu. I felt a little bad having to do that, but I can't let him not eat. Not on my watch. Not one more moment will pass of this man not being taken care of.

Cool it Kurt……. He's not yours. And he is not yours to take care of. This is temporary. You're just helping him start out…. Don't get used to it….. Cool it…

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There was only about an hour left to drive to my home from the diner, when Kennedy was started up being a dominating brat again. I told Blaine not to answer her anymore. Blaine stayed relatively quiet, embarrassed and hurting for not answering her at all, but since I told him to not acknowledge her anymore, he was listening to me. Obviously I am stronger than a 3 year old Dom. I know it was hurting him a bit, but submitting to her is hurting both of them a lot more.

Finally, Blaine was nearly pulling his hair out when we were a few minutes from my home when I pulled the car over. Enough was enough and I had to put her in line.

“Kenna Masters. I don't want to hear another peep out of you for the rest of this car ride, understand?”

Kenna looked at me with big eyes very slowly, her lip popping out.

“You have been a big brat this whole ride and you are making your daddy hurt VERY bad! It is NOT okay to tell daddy what to do and yell at him! What your Dom dad taught you was WRONG! Okay?” I said to her. My voice was raised a little, and my intent wasn't to scare her, but I know that it was.

I refocused, “Do you know where you came from?”

She shook her head slowly, her bottom lip quivering a little.

I hadn't noticed really before, but she had the prettiest brown eyes. The lightest brown I had ever seen…. Almost a shade of burnt orange….

I took a deep breath though and snapped out of it because I didn't want to double scare her by staring her down. She's a brat, but she's also only three. Besides, I didn't do this to scare her. Just to dominate her a bit and remind her that she is not in charge. It is not her fault that she behaves this way and I know that I need to remember that. But she has to be retaught somehow that things she was told were wrong.

I got down to her height level and grabbed her hand. “From daddy. You came from daddy, and if you didn't have Daddy, you wouldn't be in the world.”

She gasped! “I want to be in the world!” Kenna grabbed onto my chest in zero seconds flat and was cowering with terror.

I stood now, holding her to me and rubbed her back. “You are in the world sweetie, but you need to be more respectful to your daddy. Because he is the reason you are in the world and he loves you and he is very sad when you yell at him.”

I set her down and she nodded, “Okay.” Followed by a sniffle.  I opened the door for her to climb into the seat; God she is small and I need to get a car seat for her A.S.A.P. and I put her seatbelt on her. Blaine in the front seat had his head down and in his hands, stressed out no doubt.

“Are you going to say sorry to your daddy?” I asked Kenna.

Kenna just stared into her lap and shook her head slow. But regardless, she's quiet and that was the overall goal. I need to be able to focus on the road.

I knew her silence wouldn't last, but it was a start and for now, it works.

With Kenna's silence, finally, I was able to get Blaine talking to me with the pressure off of him. She actually fell asleep maybe a half an hour after we talked beside the road. Blaine being free to speak now, I got a glimpse of the REAL Blaine, where he didn't stop talking. Until he momentarily ran out of words that is. And the moments that he DID become silent, they never lasted too long because I would promptly come up with another question, or statement to get him talking again. I found right away that I love to hear this man talk. And I learned a lot more about him.

His name was Blaine Anderson before he was married and changed to Blaine Masters. He ADORED his kids like no other. He practically glowed about how good of a baby Wyatt was. A good sleeper, a good eater, and not very fussy. He raved for a good 10 minutes straight about how talented Kennedy was in preschool; when she wasn't bullying the submissive kids at least. But Blaine said she had amazing rhythm and dance skills, and she even had a great voice. I know I don't know Blaine very well at all, but I think the talent comes from him. I am reading this man pretty well, and I think if I turned the radio on, he'd prove me right about the talent. Something tells me he is quite talented too. Some people just have the music in them. And I see it in Blaine.

The remainder of the drive to my home was pretty long considering we were only coming from a bus station, but it was deep in San Francisco, and in the traffic, it was a long drive to San Jose. If the heavy snow wasn't such a nuisance in Canada, I'd have only had to drive home from the airport; 15 minutes away from my house. But I wasn't complaining about the longish ride because I am getting to know Blaine more and more with every minute. And I certainly wouldn't have met Blaine is all flights weren't cancelled. Fate definitely had me in the right place at the right time. Blaine was a joy to share a train ride with. Though as much as I loved every time I could hear the smile in his voice, I hated doubly as much hearing the despair and sadness in it when the conversation turned heavier.

When we arrived at my house, Blaine was a little awed at the place. We lived in a gated community with only 10 or so houses behind it. Since Kennedy had fallen into a nap not long ago, I didn't want to wake her. I carried her gently over my shoulder while Blaine got Wyatt's car seat and we went inside. Blaine had to get the baby fed again since it had been a couple hours, and I set out a pot of water for him to warm a bottle made earlier that wasn't finished. I proceeded to put Kennedy somewhere to sleep. I debated on that one…….

If I put her on the guest room bed, where will Blaine rest after feeding his son? Snap decision, I put Kenna on my bed. I didn't know if she was night toilet trained or not but, I guess I'll find out.

Retreating back into the living area, I sat at the couch and Blaine was just returning with a warm bottle. I pat the couch beside me ushering him to sit, and he smiled a small one and sat.

He began to feed the baby, and after sitting back myself, relaxing for a minute into the sweet relaxing scent of home, I could've napped.

But I turned to my new company instead. “Everything okay?”

Blaine just nodded, and I could see that is wasn't the truth. Staring him down a bit made him look at me, and surely he could see that I saw right through him.

He sighed. “I'm so sorry. I'm just thinking lot is all.”

I nodded. Of course there is a lot on his mind. I'd be concerned if he was completely calm. “There is nothing wrong with that Blaine. It's okay.” I assured him.

As Wyatt drifted off to sleep, I could see Blaine physically relax a bit more. But only his body. His facial expression stayed pained. And it was only a short moment until he told me why.

“That was the last of the formula.” He mumbled.

Okay. That's not a big problem. “Blaine, there is a grocery store not far from here. I'll make sure there is plenty in the house before he wakes up. And food for Kennedy as well. You don't need to worry about that.”

Blaine took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Sir, I need to contribute, what can I do for you? I can clean, I can-“

“Nope. None of that. I said “new start” didn't I?” I cut him off. “I am more than happy with helping you get on your feet Blaine.”

“But sir!?” Blaine plead, “I need to help somehow. I need to be your housemaid or…. To get a job…..”

I grabbed his shoulders and squeezed. “Blaine, it's okay. We will CERTAINLY worry about you contributing honey. I promise. But before you worry about all of that, you need to get some REST! You haven't slept in more than 16 hours I am certain of, and I don't when you last slept before we met.”

Wow. It just hit me that I just met this man less than a full 24 hours ago and he's feeding his son on my couch and his daughter is napping in my bedroom. I'm not a psycho at all or anything……I must be crazy….

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Thanks to the lack of a crib, (come on, why would I have a crib? I don't have any kids!), Wyatt was put into the guest bed with rolled up blankets and pillows surrounding him. Blaine and I also moved my living room loveseat into the room as quietly as we could so Blaine could be close to him for safety.

We left the door open also so that if Kennedy woke up, we could ease her in case she was scared or confused.

I have to say that this was the first time that I was able to clearly look at both babies. Kenna was a GORGEOUS little girl. Long medium brown hair, wavy, but not quite as curly as her daddy's. She had perfectly balanced features about her, nicely shaped eyebrows, long lashes, small little cheeks and chin, and of course those very light brown eyes I saw earlier today.

She was a beautiful little girl. Now it's just up to me to try and make her little personality match her outer beauty.

And Wyatt. Little Wyatt could be my kid from another Dom. Or my little brother. His eyes matched mine, BRIGHT blue yesterday, but greenish a few minutes before he fell asleep. His hair was dark brown like his daddy Blaine's, but ultra straight like mine. He had tiny hands and a strong jaw. Wide mouth like me, and hairline like me. It was funny. I seriously have to ask my dad if he had a sub on the side. I chuckled to myself with that thought.

With both kids now asleep in bed though, it was time to talk some more to my new sub.

No! Not new sub! I meant….. I mean, the new sub, who's in my house… YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!

Anyway, things turned into serious conversation now that it was just the grownups in listening distance, and it was pure HEARTBREAK, hearing why exactly was this sweeter than anyone I've ever met, gorgeous, kind and gentle man, this caring and obedient sub and WONDERFUL father, unclaimed.

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“Ever since Wyatt was born, things between us got worse and worse, not that they were great before…. But… They got worse.”

I can imagine. With the baby being submissive, and this menace to society being one of his fathers, I can imagine his attitude.

“In the room when he first came in to see him, He took him in his hands with an expectant smile. Wyatt was crying, in my arms, but when Eli took him, he started to quiet down. Feeling that he was Dominant. Eli looked confused right away because he calmed in his presence. Like a sub would. So he looked beneath the blanket at his little shoulder to see the submissive mark.”

What a scumbag! How can your opinion of someone you created change based on their mark? It's so sad.

“He practically threw Wyatt back at me.” Blaine cried, slow tears falling now.

“Hey.” I grabbed Blaine's hand. “He still has you, you hear me? And you are all he needs. It's okay.” I tried to comfort him. I know that words are only words, but I just hope that with any time that we spend talking, he believes when I tell him of his strength.

Blaine sniffled and got back to telling the story.

“He yelled at me, ‘Can't do anything right!' and basically walked out of the room.” Blaine wiped his tears just for fresh ones to stream right down again.

Wyatt is so precious, how can anyone deny him? Submissive or not…

“What was the worst was that Kennedy was sitting beside me smiling at her little brother, excited and happy, but Elliot just grabbed her and left the hospital. Neither of them came back to visit us before we were discharged, and I had to call him to come and get us so we could come home. I was in the hospital an extra 4 days because he wouldn't return, and I couldn't leave without him obviously.”

Wow…... I can't even fathom what Blaine has been through after this. I'm not sure I even want to hear it…… I do want to know, but I hate to let Blaine feel this pain all over again.

“He didn't sign Wyatt's birth certificate. So I suppose if someone noticed the flaw in our claiming file, Wyatt could be taken from me at any moment. And technically, Kenna too. I did steal her……”

That's a very good thing to worry about. Kennedy. It seems like Elliot very much wanted his daughter. She was perfect in his eyes, dominant, born that way, and strong too. Would he search for her? Report Blaine? Try and find him?

“Blaine, I am going to help you as much as I can to make sure that Elliot doesn't take Kennedy away from you.”

And I will make good on my word as soon as possible. I'll do some research first chance I get.

“Kenna…... Kenna is completely his. Biologically, he signed her birth certificate….. I'm, going to lose her…..” Blaine sobbed as quietly as he could.

No. “Blaine, you are NOT going to lose her to Elliot. I can promise you that. Okay? He will never get her back! Or Wyatt.”

Blaine nodded a bit, at least agreeing a little.

“Well, he doesn't want Wyatt, but it would be easier if he did…. I had a Born-Dom donor for Wyatt…. And he didn't sign his birth certificate…. But a sub house can still take him….” Blaine shook his head in extreme upset.

That was interesting…. And it made sense. Kenna didn't look much like Blaine so I assume she looks like Eli. But Wyatt looked like Blaine, and not much like Kenna. But….. Why did Blaine and his Dom use a donor?

I voiced my question to him, curiosity getting the best of me.

“Oh.” Blaine answered, “Since he wasn't born dominant, and I'm a sub, studies show that only a Born Dom and a sub have the 50/50 chance of producing Dominant children. A sub and a sub can only make a sub, and the same with a Dom and a Dom.”

Which two of the same pair are actually very frowned upon and in some places illegal but, makes sense.

“So since Eli was technically born of both statuses, the numbers change dramatically to more along the lines of 75/25 percent's, Dominant child results being the lower chance when it comes to an Elected Dom like Eli and a Sub like me.”

Oh…. That's right! I almost forgot that Blaine told me that Eli was an Elected Dom, born with both marks. Elected Dom.

“Eli said Kenna was Dominant because he's such an awesome Dom himself. But the doctors said Kenna being dominant was lucky, rare and a blessing.” Blaine smiled now for the first time in a few minutes. “I agree with the doctors.” Blaine finally smiled again.

Conversing with Blaine was great. He is such a smart man. His excellent private school education certainly served him well because he is such an intelligent person. “So, Wyatt isn't biologically Eli's… Wow..”

Blaine nodded. “Nope. Elliot wanted the best chances possible for a Dominant boy. To make his ‘perfect family'. An obedient sub, and two Dominant kids, one boy and one girl… I just am not good enough to do it right for him…..”

I grabbed his hand. ”Don't say that… No. That's complete nonsense okay? He wasn't good enough for you. It was his job to treat you right and make sure you were happy and safe, and it was his job to love you and Dominate you in the right way. Safe, loving, and protecting. Not abusing and making you feel unworthy. He was WRONG Blaine. Believe me, he was wrong. You did EVERYTHING right.”

Though Blaine was shaking his head adamantly, clearly believing that he is nothing, as he's been brainwashed to believe for all these years, but I didn't let my hand leave from his grasp.

“Sir?.....” Blaine ceased his sobs to get composed enough to turn to face me and speak.

“Call me Kurt please.” I told him with a hand pressed to the small of his back and with my other hand, I squeezed his.

“Sir Kurt….. Thank you. I don't know how many more times I will say this today, but….. I… I don't know why you are so kind to me when you don't know me, and I am so very unworthy of your kindness, but I can't thank you enough. Thank you so much.”

I wanted so badly to hug him but I didn't want to be inappropriate..…. “Please, Blaine, don't say that. You are of VERY worthy of ANYONE helping you. You didn't deserve to be unclaimed honey. Believe me that please.” I told him. I don't want him thinking like that. “Blaine you know you didn't deserve to be treated the way Elliot treated you. You and Wyatt both deserve to be treated kind and not abused in ANY WAY.”

Blaine was breaking, and badly. “I took Kenna from her father….”

“No you didn't. You are Kenna's father. That man was NOT a father! And Kenna deserves two parents who are teaching her the right ways and setting her up for a good future. The road he had her going would've taught her to be an abuser and she'd have gone to jail as an adult… She's better without him. Please know that dear. You did what a real parent should do.”

Blaine stayed quiet now, just looking at his hands. He couldn't look me in the eye anymore.

His ex-Dom had really done a number on damaging this man. He's broken.

And I HAVE to fix him.

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