Blaine's Pov

Arriving with all of my stuff at the front desk this evening, I was bubbly with excitement. Living on my own! I'm ecstatic!

"Hello. Your sub safe apartment is upstairs. I hope you find everything to your needs. Welcome to New York." An attendant said, showing me into my apartment.

It. Was. AWESOME! It wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. It was a private, one room studio type place. It has a nice bathroom, and pretty big kitchenette.

Subs aren't allowed to live alone after age 18 if they are unclaimed. It's for safety reasons. The government has Sub complexes in every city for unclaimed submissives. They are highly secured facilities where all unclaimed subs in that area of the city, live and have a place to stay while working or going to school. It's like a gated apartment complex that has dominant security. When subs are claimed, they are permitted to move out without parental consent due to their soul mates having complete say over them and all that. It's exciting no longer living at home, but this is nothing compared to when I meet my true match. I still find myself dreaming every single night of being claimed.

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I woke up to get ready for my first day of college, completely rested and ready to go.

6:00 am everyday, from now on is when my day will begin.

Getting into the shower where I let the hot water cascade down my back, my head swam with my constant thoughts of one day finding my Dom. It's honestly what I think about 80% of my day. I'm kind of a hopeless romantic.

Since I drifted off into dom sub dream land during my shower, I was running a few minutes behind. I hustled to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast. I had coffee brewing and fixed some toast and eggs to eat before heading out the door, mug in hand and books I had purchased earlier in the week for my classes.

I signed out at the office for the sub house, and put an approximate return time. This place really was big on safety. My dad made sure I would be in a place that I'd be safe until I am claimed.

I took a very short trip on the subway to the New York campus, and went to the tables in a large forum to get a map. I had my schedule already printed from home. I had a very specific schedule. I'd selected all of the classes that pertained to getting my degree to teach performing arts. I had a heavy load for this first semester, but I could only hope that I'd have a great college experience.

Blaine Anderson Major: Performing arts Minor- teaching

PERF-110: Understanding Music Ernie Watkins- 9:00 - 10:25 am

PERF-210: Greatness in Music Will Bartner - 11:00 – 12:45 pm

PERF-115: Principles, Plays, & Perf Cynthia Cloud- 1:30 - 2:45 pm

PERF-120: Music Fundamentals Gregory Peppard- 3:00 - 4:00 pm

PERF-102: Modern Dance I Jenny Manford - 4:15 - 5:15 pm

I started walking into my first class; pretty early I'll admit, so I could get a good seat and watch to see all my new classmates walk in. I didn't feel like too much of a dweeb seeing as there were already a few people seated. I approached an empty seat in the second row, and sat down waiting for the professor to come.

A balding and stout older gentleman walked in about 15 minutes later, put his brief case down on a corner desk and stood in front of the class. This must be Professor Watkins. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt tucked in and khaki pants. Someone alert the fashion police. Wow!

I hope he doesn't teach like he dresses…

"Welcome everyone," the professor said once he sat down. "I am Professor Ernie and this is Understanding Music. Here is your syllabus for the semester." Professor Ernie said giving a stack of papers to the girl next to me and she took one and passed it down.

Like the first class, and every class after the first, the assignment was the same. Pick a partner, someone you don't know. Since I was new to New York and didn't know anyone here, the choices were endless.

In 'Understanding Music', I picked a girl named Jessica Sayles. The second class, 'University Chorus' a guy named Henry Sperry was eager to be my partner. In 'Theatre: Principles, Plays, and Performance' a guy named Bobby Tarjey actually got paired with me being the last one standing without a partner. In 'music fundamentals, a girl named Susan Walker approached me with a shy smile to be my partner. She was sweet. Susan was also in my final class for the day which was Modern Dance I, and we partnered up there as well.

Truthfully, the day progressed pretty uneventfully. Really, being back in school was tiring. I had a heavy summer vacation working with my mom at her law office as a desk clerk. Not to mention, college is a lot more work than high school. I'd be getting a nice and good sleep tonight.

All in all, all of my classes were great and I exchanged phone numbers with all of my partners, so we can set dates to work on our assignments. I got along really well with all of them. We all had a lot in common with the same major and all.

College life was awesome, not only did I have these people as partners but they also became my friends. Going out from time to time to get food, and go to some parties every once and a while.

The majority of my class mates had already found their soul mates, and even though that made my heart yearn that much more for my perfect match, I always remembered my dads words, and tried to stay strong.

One day Blaine. One day.

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Susan and I had gotten particularly close. She and I spent a lot more time together outside of school than a few of my other partners. She and I went with a few others, went out to clubs and had loads of fun on weekends! Susan can remember the last time I got drunk. I was on a partying streak like never before.

I was still barely 18, and a friend of mine from the sub house had a friend that got fake ID's. We went to a gay bar close to NYU. Scandals.

I must say, I don't remember what happened that night, but I woke up from a drunken haze the next morning in a strange bed with some girl. Hearing Susie telling our group writing a play for Theatre Principles class, had us all rolling with laughter. It was in that moment we had decided to go clubbing tonight when the sun went down.

At one of the clubs we went to, (and there were quite a few. We had an adventurous night), a guy named Ralphie was winking at me an awful lot from the bar. I went over to him and introduced myself. He bought me a drink, and when I downed it like nothing, he expressed his impress and asked me to dance.

Little did I know that this club that we ended up in, was a Dominant Club called 'Spice Up Your Life'. When I found out what Ralphie wanted as he tried to take me to his car, I cordially said no thank you and went back to the table that my friends and I were seated at. I asked Paul, who might've been too drunk to understand a word I said, but still. "Paul, do you know what kind of club this is?"

"A rad one!" And he shot back another drink.

I was very uncomfortable though. "Can we leave now?" I asked my friends. "I really want to go home."

After a pretty long cab ride back to my neighborhood, I got through the gate and into my apartment. I'd never been approached, and propositioned like that before. And quite frankly, it was uncomfortable. To think about going to a club specifically to end up going home with some random person for sex, it sickens me. I know some people do it because they need to be dominated, but I could never.

I go out to clubs to have fun with friends, and dance, and be wild. Not to be dominated. That's something that is being saved for my soul mate. And only my soul mate. Yes sometimes I do feel like I need to submit to someone, or I feel queasy, or uneasy, but we have classes and clubs on campus for subs who are unclaimed. We can go there and get dominated, without it being sexual, but dominated in the sense that we stay healthy, and our instincts and urges fulfilled. Also, my Dom friends just being Dominant, and having dominant blood makes it easy to remain calm and in control. But sex with people who aren't your soulmate?

The idea doesn't connect with me.

When I got to my bed, I felt physically, and emotionally drained. My head hit my pillow, and I passed out.

Over my 4 years of school, well after my partying days ceased, I took more classes, and I must say, that every year, the classes were more and more fun than the previous years classes.

PERF-114, focused on monologue and audition preparation. Another class, 'Live vocals and Harmony' was a class that I was truly a star in. Glee club made that one an easy pass for me, total easy A. Singing for years in an all boy acapella choir made me a complete expert on harmony.

Wind Ensemble, and Opera on Stage, were two classes I skated through with some difficulty though. I am NO opera singer, and Wind ensemble had an excessive amount of reading. It was heavy to keep up with, with all of my other classes. PERF-220: Reflections of American Society on Stage and Screen (Film), and Direction of Productions 120, had projects and activities to do for the entire year round. There were no breaks in heavy assignments, and that absolutely kept me pretty busy.

Overall, my college experience was good one, though I still, had not found my soul mate.

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More honored than words could ever express that my professors picked me out of the entire 4th year class at NYU, I was completely overjoyed to have been Valedictorian at my graduation. With a performing arts teaching degree in my back pocket, and a new outfit on my body, I was smiling with insane excitement for my first day as, no longer a student, but a teacher at NYU. My recommendations from teachers and my senior year spent as a teacher's aide in 'PERF-124: 'Live vocals and Harmony' for Mr. Jenkins, I shined very bright at a job interview for an open teaching position for the semester after I graduated. Now, I'm working alongside with the teachers that taught me so much in the last 4 years, and I couldn't be more thrilled.

With a brand new snappy suit and bowtie, I stood behind a desk with my name written on a wipe board, B. Anderson.

I waited for a class of eager to learn young adults to come in, ready to sing. Music 101, Harmony and Live vocals. Mr. Jenkins retired just this summer, and I was so ecstatic to take over. It is a dream come true for me to teach music.

Slowly, students filed into the class, some honestly looking sleepy and not quite ready for the day; others with pens and binders out ready for whatever I threw at them.

The class started with me only waiting a minute after 10:15. There would surely be a few late stragglers. New school year and all, kids are bound to get lost.

"Good morning class, my name is Mr. Anderson. I'm the instructor for this class, "Harmonies and Live vocals 101." Please check your schedules and make sure this is where you're supposed to be. I don't want to waste anyone's class time if they're in the wrong place."

A few students grabbed their bags, and thanked me before rushing out of the room.

"Okay. Perfect. Let me just look on this list here, and see who's in class, and who's missing.. This is a bit elementary school, but bear with me here. I'm taking roll."

A few students in the class chuckled. I smiled. I'm not doing too bad.

"Marisol Aguire."

I looked up and saw a blonde girl raise a hand and give a gentle wave in my direction. I nodded and looked back to my list. "Gabriel Borregas?" I called.

"Hey." A deep voice said from the back of the room, and I nodded at him. Before I could look away though, and mark the attendance of the student, directly behind him, was a latecomer walking in. With perfectly coiffed brown hair, and the most mesmerizing pools of Ocean blue, that I had ever seen.

There was a clatter on the desk below me, as my clipboard hit the wood.

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Kurt's POV

I tried to hold my head high at my high school graduation. I passed high schooI with a 4.0 GPA and my dad and Carole were exceptionally proud of me. I had a lot of reasons to be happy.

But, I couldn't help it. I was so disappointed that I didn't get into the college I wanted, NYADA. I thought I performed my heart out for my audition during my senior year, but it didn't cut it. I think my lack of extra curricular's played a big part in why I didn't get in though.

Carmen Tibideaux herself said that she was impressed with my performance. But, I didn't get in.

Rachel's audition didn't make the cut either. She choked, and it was absolutely devastating for her. Luckily though, she got Carmen to come to Nationals in Chicago where we won 1st place.

After seeing that performance, it was a surety that she would get in. She deserved it though. I can't be too jealous.

Except I am. Very much.

Still though, everyone needs a plan B, and I am GOING to New York, even if it kills me to get there!

Thankfully, making other arrangements didn't prove to really be hard. I always knew that if I didn't pursue musical theatre, I'd try for fashion.

Hearing through the grapevine, aka New York Jobs sites, and entertainment blogs, I saw on a comment on own Fashion page about 'Vogue' looking for an apprentice for the head of the line, Isabelle Wright.

I jumped from my computer to find my phone so fast it wasn't even funny. I immediately called and set up an appointment for an interview. It was scheduled for just a few weeks away. They had a very high volume of applicants.

As that summer day when my scheduled flight crept closer and closer, I was a nervous wreck. I just had to nail this interview! I had too. It was surely my ticket to New York, and I can't move there without a job to pay for a place to live. Finn offered to go with me to keep me from passing out. I was never more thankful for a brother.

On the day before the interview, Finn, Rachel and I went to the airport to take the trip to New York. Finn couldn't leave his sub behind, even for a few days.

Soulmate thing, I have learned.

Finn had to go and check out the school for Rachel anyway. He was very protective of his sub, and she would of course not be going to school anywhere without having Finn listed as her Dom, and a proper protection criteria set out for her. In order to be a good Dom, he had to make sure she would be happy, and safe while attending school.

Finn really was a great Dom. I hope I am as good a Dominant as him.

Maybe I am wrong, but Isabelle seemed to take a shine to me. She was a little scatterbrained I think, but I would say I had a pretty successful interview.

Of course, I say this now because I've spent plenty of time freaking out over whether or not I did the right things, or said the right things.

Finn smacked me a few times on the flight home.

Two weeks after my interview, I finally got that long awaited phone call from Isabelle Wright. I was so nervous, my ear ached from how hard I was pressing the handset to my ear. I mean that was it! The whole moment in my future that decided whether I go right or left!

I was beyond ecstatic when she offered me the position and said that I can start at the end of the summer. The first Monday in August.

Which was absolutely perfect. That'll give me enough time to find a place out there that is affordable.

Finn was not comfortable with the idea of co-ed Dom and sub dorms. He refused to let even the opportunity arise for anyone to harm Rachel. He made the decision to be getting an apartment of their own up there as well. We decided to move in together, the three of us into a 2 bedroom. I wasn't completely comfortable with the idea being that they are soul mates, and VERY MUCH active in their relationship.

I mean, Rachel has been jumping up and down like a psycho maniac just breathing in the air of New York City. Finn had commanded that she calm down countless times, but she was just too excited. She really couldn't contain it.

(I would never have let my sub get away with being so rambunctious. I'd have brought them aside right on the sidewalk, and punished them. Finn wasn't so strict.) He gave a lot of chances being that Rachel was so carefree. Finn had to punish her that night in the hotel though. I really did not need to hear my brother spank my best friend.

But I had to get used to it. Turns out, New York was a very expensive place to live. Price I pay for being destined for stardom. After all, it was just until I was working in my job for enough time to build a steady and stable income flow. I would need my own place. I will find my sub one day, and when I do, there will be absolutely NOTHING but the absolute BEST for him. And that requires our own place to live.

But for now, New York, here I come!

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I woke up completely psyched for my new job and jumped out of bed to start looking frantically in my closet for clothes to wear.

Though I already got the job I wanted to make a good impression on my first day. Besides, this is Vogue. It's about perfect and high line cutting edge fashion. If I'm wearing something janky and horrid, I'll be a laughingstock!

Awesomely, I found the perfect level of sex god, yet professional, outfit; Red skinny jeans with a black button down shirt, equipped with a red bowtie and a black jacket with red piping. In my interview, Isabelle, (so cool to say that I work for her) was impressed with my ability to pull off broaches. I attached a hippopotamus broach to the lapel of my jacket, and of course, topped off the outfit with my black Doc Martens.

Most of my day was spent getting coffee, and following Isabelle around the office. Which didn't bother me in the slightest. I absolutely worshipped this woman! We talked a lot, and when she asked me questions, I always beamed like a blushing schoolboy knowing that my answers really impressed her. I would give my opinion during meetings after the first time Isabelle pulled me aside and told me to feel free to speak up. I ranked quickly (over 4 years, but it still was quick) but I went from assistant, to associate promotion director. But, I needed my degree in order to be up for the next level of career. Fashion designer and one of the Vogue directors. I have to have an associates degree in an art related major. I hadn't even thought once about college since getting this job at Vogue. I was living a dream of mine, but finding out that I need college in order to move further towards pursuing it, lately, it's been all I can think about.

My desire to be a fashion designer burned in me, like fire every day. It has been as strong today as it was when I was younger. My dream never changed. I always wanted to be a Broadway star, and design clothes. And I knew that I would make that happen. Whatever it takes.

It was exactly 4 years ago that I got my rejection letter from NYADA. I decided to apply for college again. But this time, to NYU. NYADA was only for performing arts, but NYU had drama, and fashion majors. It was the school to try for. I have a stable enough income, and enough job security at this point to turn to part time. I have plenty of money. I had no problem getting into NYU thankfully. I did graduate with a straight A grade point average. It wouldn't be very realistic for me not to get in. Only reason I didn't get into NYADA is because my singing audition didn't cut it, and for that school, talent mattered more than grades.

Aim to get my college degree, check! And with it, I'll become the fashion legend I've always dreamed to be.

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All knowing Pov

This morning could've started off better for Kurt. His subway was running late, and he was now running to the NYU campus for his first class. When he got into the building, he slowed, and started to walk, one, not wanting to spill his coffee, but two, not wanting to get sweaty and gross. First impressions really are everything.

He had his Grande non-fat Mocha coffee, piping hot and waiting to be sipped, his book-bag hanging over one shoulder, and sunglasses on his face.

Before approaching the class, he took the sunglasses off, and took a breath.

'Here goes. I'm officially a college student.' He thought, and he turned the corner and walked into the classroom.

At the front of the well sized room, a curly haired teacher looked at the latecomer in the doorway, and dropped the clipboard he was holding.

The pair of Cerulean irises, met rich and dark honey brown ones and it seemed as if the complete air in the room shifted, and it felt as if two souls, had become one.

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