Chapter 2- Unclaimed

Blaines Point Of View

"What do you mean you dont have a Dom?"

I was panicking now. What if this man is some authority? He could turn me in and I could be put into a sub house….. Without my kids…..

Little Wyatt is so little little, and he still needs me. And Kenna is a good girl, she just has me for a father, and Im not good enough to make her listen to me. But I cant be without them. I- I just cant… I cant lose my kids.

I looked into this porcelain flawless skinned man eyes though. And I may not be a very good sub, but all I can see is sincerity in them…

I think I can trust him.

"…. Elliot he….. he…. He unclaimed me… He started hitting Wyatt and me. And teaching Kennedy to do it too. When he caught me packing a bag to leave and report him, he unclaimed me. Said I was no good and he didnt want me anymore anyway….."

I looked back at Wyatt now drinking his bottle to try and keep from falling apart like some lunatic. He still had a bruise on his neck under his shirt that couldnt be seen right now.

It stayed quiet for a while, only the very warm and comforting hand rubbing my back, the sweet suckling sound of my baby, and the humming beside me from my daughter.

"Do you have anywhere to go once you get to California?" he asked me.

I was ashamed to not have a plan at all. All I know, is that with the three hundred and thirty two dollars I had stolen from Elliots wallet during his bath this afternoon, it was only enough money to barely buy my daughter and me a ticket to as far as California.

The man at the counter even let me buy them a few dollars short of the cost He was a submissive as well, and I think he felt sorry for me. I did thank him tremendously though. He could get in A LOT of trouble for doing that.

I couldnt tell this man that though. Then hed think Im even more useless than he surely already does. But, also, I can feel the dominance in his presence. And it was very strong. Stronger than I was used to with Eliot. He was definitely a full on BORN Dominant, rather than a BORN switch; elected Dom like Eli. I wouldnt be able to ignore his question if I tried, and if I made him ask again, I would just get a headache.

(People who are born dominant are called born doms, and any child who is born a switch with both marks on their arms is an elected dom and are mandated to be classified into ONE at birth. Their parents choose which one they want their child to be, and their other marking is removed)

I shook my head.

What a nightmare…

It remained quiet for a while longer as we waited for our bus departure time, but the doms hand never left from my back. Even after I put Wyatt back into his car seat, and then went to the restroom, right when I returned, his arm went right back to its former position. He had also bought some more traveling packs for my son, so that there would be enough diapers and formula for a 16 hour trip.

His generosity was almost overwhelming. And Id never felt so safe under such a comforting hand. It didnt leave still when he gave Kennedy some more money for some crayons and a coloring pad, and it didnt move when our bus arrived, and the ticket collecting doors opened.

"My name is Kurt by the way. Im sorry I didnt introduce myself sooner. Kurt Hummel. Im going to California too. Would you like to share a compartment for the ride?"

I hesitated again, until Kenna yelled. "Yes yes yes! I want to ride with you! Please daddy! Hes nice!"

Of course I couldnt deny her, and I was extremely shocked by the word please coming out of her mouth.

That NEVER happened.

"Okay." I replied, and I think I mayve been blushing. No one had ever been this nice to me or my children. And, it helped of course that Kurt… well, he was really cute.

"Im glad. Im glad you said that, because youd have had a hard time getting through there bearing your visible marking, without a Dom present."

I felt really stupid all of a sudden realizing that he was COMPLETELY right.

"Play along guys ok?"

"Yay! I like to play!" Kennedy shouted. And I looked at Kurt now and nodded. I dont usually lie, but he told me to do this, so Im doing what I am supposed to do.

Following dominant orders.

Im being a good boy. A good sub.

We all stood to get in line for the boarding. I took the car-seat and tried to grab Kurts bag, but he put a hand up. "Why dont you give me the car-seat, and you take the bags. We want this to be as convincing as possible." he said lowly, and in an almost whisper, pulling his own ticket out of his messenger bag, and putting it in my hand with mine and Kennas tickets.

I agree. I should have the bags, and him have the babies. I handed Wyatt to him, and Kennedy was smiling from ear to ear at the idea of playing pretend. I smiled again. I havent seen my daughter happy for something child related in a long time. Lately, shes only been so happy from being cruel to subs like her father had been telling her to do. Shes so young and I just hope that she isnt completely destroyed from what Eli has drilled into her head. Shes only 4.

"Get behind me." Kurt said, and I did. "Kenna, listen carefully okay?"

She was nodding excitedly.

"I need you to start jumping around and being rambunctious and loud until I tell you to stop?"

Kennedy again, nodded frantically! "Okay okay!"

As we got closer to the bus conductor ripping tickets, Kennedy began playing. And she was a star at playing her part.

"Da! Daba! Dadacada baba! Dabada badaba Bada!" She was shouting loudly and jumping up and down like a maniac. The usher attendant was looking at her annoyed when Kurt came in for his turn and reprimanded her.

"Kennedy! Knock it off and Go stand with daddy!"

Why did it make me tingle inside that we were playing this game….? The thought of being this mans partner even if just for a scheme….. It was sending chills up and down my spine. He is so nice, and gorgeous, and smart. Hes got the very kindest eyes Ive ever seen, and his dominance makes me crave his touch more than anything…..

I closed my eyes for a moment.

Snap out of it Blaine! Hes just saving you from getting picked up right now, but youll be on your own in California. Dont get used to this!

"Do you have the tickets honey?" he said, sweetly and oh so convincing; and my cheeks stayed aflame as much as possible with tonights chill air. Yeah. That was the reason. I nodded and handed them to Kurt, which he then handed to the clerk.

"How old is the baby?" The conductor asked.

"Four months." he answered randomly, but convincing.

Infants under 6 months old ride free. And Wyatt is actually 3 months old, but he got pretty close considering he doesnt know us at all.

He ripped the ticket stubs, and handed them back to him.

"Come on honey. Get in front of me." he said, with a guide to my lower back as I walked ahead of him.

And the bus guy didnt suspect a thing.

We boarded the train, and found a 6 seat compartment to claim. We took our seats, and were thankful for the warmth inside the automobile after walking even just the short minute outside.

"You both did very well." he said with a smile as he sat down, setting the car seat across from him; and my entire body lit up in tingles at the compliment.

In my head, I heard, Good boy., and that made me blush beyond describing.

I would think that it is really trampy of me to be attracted to this man being that I was just unclaimed by Elliot, but honestly, he hadnt loved me for years….. I dont know if he ever did really. We have known that it was over long before tonight.

So no guilt. The affection from this man was so endearing, and I was melting beneath it.

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Kurt Hummel…. He was an amazing listener. I told him all about my husband. Or rather, ex Dom. Does that automatically make him my ex-husband?

It doesnt even matter, I suppose. But Kurt listened to every word, with little commenting, just letting me get everything out.

He let Kenna play angry birds on his tablet so we could talk without her interruption.

And the rocking motion of the bus kept little Wyatt asleep for A LOT of the ride when we were talking.

"Why?" he asked. "Why do people like that even get submissives if they are just going to use and abuse them?"

But it wasnt really a question. It was more a statement.

"I gave him everything. I kept his house clean. I cooked his meals, gave him a child when he wanted one. When he wanted a boy right away, I got him one, and he just complained that Wyatt was a sub. I tried though. I really tried to get a boy that was cute enough for him. I ate heavily through my carrying him so hed be a nice big boy like he wanted. He wanted a big boy so he would be a football type because he wanted his son to be tough. But I did even that wrong apparently….." I mumbled the latter looking at my small baby son. He wasnt a huge boy.

I had been crying on and off in my explaining everything, and Kurt was nothing but patient, and understanding. The whole time I had been talking, he had rocked Wyatt back to sleep when he started to stir awake, he kept Kenna quiet whenever she got too loud on the game, as well as stilling my body that wracked with sobs every time I got to something in our conversation that was too heavy to handle. He was an amazing Dom.

Being with an elected Dom like Eli made it so that I wasnt ever able to be in subspace and didnt feel dominated merely by his presence. Kurts dominant acts though, are making me more comfortable than I have ever been with Eli. More than I ever have in my life, and he isnt even dominating me. He is just here… Listening. Supporting me; and its nice.

Every time the snack cart came around, he bought food and drinks for me and Kenna, and he took care of all three of us for the entire 16 hour train ride. As if he was really the Dom of my little family. Through each and every city we passed, the more Kurt learned about me. I keep wondering, how have I not scared him away by now? I mean, surely he must think Im insane…..

But he continued to prove my thoughts wrong whenever he opened his mouth to speak to me.

"Blaine, I think you are the strongest man I have ever met. To have endured everything that you have with an evil pompous jackass like Eli. And I dont want you do doubt ever, that you arent a good dad. Your kids are lucky to have a daddy like you."

But still, though I felt all tingly inside every time he complimented me, or Kenna, and though I shudder a bit when he says my name, things got a bit tenser as we got into California. I got more nervous to speak.

I couldnt stop thinking about how I had not planned any of this out at all. I have nowhere to go. If I go to a sub shelter, my kids will be taken from me and put into foster care. If I stay homeless, my kids will suffer from it, and probably not even survive. Especially Wyatt. I dont have any money, and I have no family in California, so what was I thinking?

Then again, I was kicked out, and unclaimed. Id have had to leave regardless… I just couldnt leave my kids with him. I couldnt. I even considered just taking Wyatt with me and leaving Kennedy with Eli. He would take care of her. He never has had any reason to be a bad father to her because she is dominant. But I couldnt. I love my daughter, and though she hates me, I cant doom her to a life with Eli and what he is teaching her is right. I cant let her become a sub abuser. Shed end up in jail later in life. But still… I dont have ANY idea what might happen when he discovers that Ive taken her…. Will he fight for her? Will he come after me? Because he would win, and then Id lose both of them…

What have I done? I cant believe Ive made such a mess… Im an idiot.

Even worse now, I cant figure out if I am eternally grateful to Kurt, or upset. I mean, of course I am grateful, but once this bus stops, what then? Where will he go? Will he report me once we are off of this vehicle? I mean, he really does seem to like my kids. He probably thinks Im not fit to take care of them because I am submissive because lets face it…. What I did was reckless…... But I need my kids. I do.

I just….. I need them.

Then, his words re-rang in my mind again at the thought. "They are lucky to have a daddy like you…."

So, maybe he wont report us….. But still….. That doesnt mean he will let us stay with him. I mean. God Blaine what are you thinking? Im not thinking he would do that!

And I wouldnt ask him too. This isnt even the slightest bit his problem, and I barely know him too.

But then still. Why is he helping me get to California? He said himself that I wouldnt have even gotten onto the bus platform without a Dom. How will I make it 2 steps out of the bus dept in California?…..

Where will we go?

When the inevitable question came, I had no answer at all.

Even if I was caught and they took my kids, where would I go?

Oh thats right… A sub work house.

"Where are you going to go Blaine? I mean, do you have any family or do you know anyone in California?"

No…. I wanted to say it out loud, but I had so much shame, I just couldnt find anything good enough to say.

When the bus stopped, I had no idea what to expect…. No idea at all. We were here. 16 hours later, we were hundreds and hundreds of miles away from home.

Well, from Eli. He unclaimed me so, I dont have a home.

Now what?

Kurt picked up a very awake baby Wyatt in his arm, and also grabbed in the same hand. I grabbed the stroller in my hand and then saw that Kurt had his hand held out to me. "Come on."

I squinted my eyes in a confused daze. What?

What did that mean? Come on….

Come on where? Where are we going?

When Kurt just nodded his head and ushered me to leave the compartment, I walked. And, I think I felt for the first moment since I left our old house, that things might, just might, be okay. I took his hand.

Kennedy jumped to try and hold Kurts hand that was holding the the car seat under his arm, already having fallen in love with this Dom who was being so nice to her, and I smiled at her, possibly feeling the same.

"Youre coming with me Blaine okay? Im going to help you make a new start."

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