Kurt's Pov

Middle school was easy.

High School was a lot more of a challenge. Teenaged years were anything but easy. My Dom status had started going completely crazy by the end of 8th grade. Now, at 15, I'm having trouble dealing with an entire day without masturbating. Even being at home was frustrating. My dad was really messing with my natural instincts. I know he is my parent, but I need to dominate, and he is a submissive that I have unlimited access to.

Tomorrow night, there is a concert. I know dad will be skeptical to let me go because its in Columbus. But it's Katy Perry, it's can't miss. A CAN'T MISS!

I ran into the house extremely excited! My dad has to let me go to this concert. I mean, he has to right? I'm the Dom. I know that sometimes I take advantage of dad, but I can't help it sometimes. My teachers, and my counselor has helped me to pull it back a lot over the years since my mom died, but tonight, there was no hold backs. I MUST go to this concert! Whatever it takes.

...

"Sorry Kurt. It's a school night, and I'm just not comfortable with my 15 year old son staying out late at night in a completely different city, and without a car. So I'm saying no."

"But dad! I have to go! You-" I thought for a moment. I'm dominant. "I'm going! You have to let me go!"

My dad squinted his eyes shut, fighting back clearly with everything he had. "N-No Kurt. I said no. I-I'm the father. I won't let you control me this time.. No.. Just... J-Just go to your room Kurt."

"But dad!?"

"Go Kurt!" He shouted now dropping to the floor.

No! Him being on the floor right now proves it! I don't have to listen to him! "I'm going to this concert." I said. I didn't yell or say it angrily. I just said it, and laced it with dominance.

My dad clenched his fists, and he was completely red. "No Kurt! You're not." He fought.

I was seething. I couldn't even control how angry I was. I wanted to just... To just. Gritting my teeth hard, I realized that I was growing very-

I ran upstairs so fast, I nearly tripped twice, but I had to get to my room.

I learned this recently in my Dom Ed class. Dominated aggression. When a sub dominates a Dom during the ages 15 and older, it causes us to grow very heated, tense, and we get what is referred to as an 'angry hard on'. It has nothing to do with being turned on. It's just needing to come in order to release pent up anger and tension.

When I was finally to my room, I slammed my door, and pulled my pants down in a second flat. I locked my door, and I had a hard on like you wouldn't believe. I was so hard, the head of my shaft was a little purple. I needed to get off and I needed to get off soon, or I'd lose myself.

...

It wasn't until I had gotten off, showered, and cooled down that I realized how out of line I'd been. I came downstairs in some warm flannel pj's, ready for bed and approached dad.

He had an ice pack on his head, he had migraine medicine and a bottled water on the table in front of him. The TV was off, and his face was still very red.

I felt bad. It wasn't often that I did this to him. Made him physically sick because I was being a jerk. The ice pack was over dad's face so I didn't know if he was asleep or not, but I had to apologize either way.

"Dad?" I called from the foot of the couch dad laid on.

He didn't move as he answered, ice pack staying atop his head, covering his eyes. "Yes son?"

He wasn't gonna fight anymore. He was in too much pain already. I know it took everything in him to tell me no today and stick to it.

I felt even worse. I can ask him again right now if I can go to the concert, and he'd let me go because he can't not accept my dominance again. It could break him.

"Dad, I'm really sorry. I-" I didn't know what to say, but I have to figure it out.

"I know I can't go to that concert. I'm not going to go dad. I'm sorry."

My dad pulled the pack off of his head and I saw his wet eyes with bags under them. He reached for my hand and I let him hold it.

He was burning up.

"Thank you son."

I closed my eyes and shook my head. I'm an idiot. I really did some damage this time...

His voice was raspy. He swung his feet slowly off of the couch so I could sit.

"Dad. Are you okay? I- I'm sorry."

Dad was just shaking his head. "No Kurt. It's my fault, I sh- I shouldn't have tried to dominate a Dom."

I learned about this in school. He's accepting his pain as a punishment and trying to make it right.

"No, dad listen to me. I'm not your Dom. You don't deserve this. I'll try to be better. I'm sorry." I pleaded.

"You know Kurt, your mom and I. We- we always knew that you were strong. I mean, hell, at 5 years old, you controlled me a lot more than normal." Dad rasped.

I furrowed an eyebrow. "What do you mean? I thought all doms could make their submissive parent submit."

My dad nodded slow, and coughed a few times and I handed him a water. "Thank you." He drank some before continuing. "Kids can yes. But only to a certain extent. To get seconds on dessert, and to stay out a few minutes late. You got me to buy you things. Take you places. Let you stay in bed for hours, clean your room. Things that sub parents are supposed to have parental dominance over, you controlled with no problems at all. I always gave in."

I felt like my dad was trying to down himself. Like he was weak or something. "Dad, what are you saying? You're not weak! Don't think that you are weak."

My dad smiled though and I didn't get why.

"I don't think I am weak son. In fact, I know that I'm not weak. Your mom made me believe that over the years."

I nodded. "You're not weak dad."

"But you are strong. Very strong. Kurt, you are stronger than we thought."

I just blinked. What is he saying? Am I a freak or something? "What does that mean?"

My dad put a hand on my shoulder. "Kurt, there is a blood test. These doms are very rare, and I have never met one before, but your mother has."

"Met what? Dad what are you talking about?"

"I think you are a Predominant Dom. Only 20% of people have predominant blood in them."

Predominant Dom? What the heck is that? My confused facial must've made my dad explain.

"What I've learned about them isn't much. All I know is that they're highly coveted by submissives, they are irrefusable when they make a command, and they attract subs to them without even trying."

I just blinked. I didn't know what to say. I'm stronger than other doms?

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Since I turned 16, it wasn't only at home that things had been hard. My PDD test coming back positive made things very interesting. McKinley high was definitely a bigger deal than high school was supposed to be. Being Predominant, I try to reign it in as much as I can at school and at home. I don't ever want to hurt my dad again. Or anyone else for that matter.

I still sometimes took advantage of some of the submissives at school. My dominance is very potent, and since my 16th birthday, it has gotten worse. Unclaimed submissives cling to me a lot more than any other Dom in school. Mostly Dave. Dave Karofsky. He used to pick on Mercedes when we were in elementary school, so it makes him a very easy sub to boss around. The only problem; he craves it, and I don't crave giving him what he wants.

He's an ass.

"Really Karofsky?"

Dave just had brown pools wet and sad knowing I was about to deny him again.

"Please Kurt. Just to the door, and then you can take it back. Kurt, I need it just... Please?"

This was the third time this week he asked to carry my bag to class. Yesterday he brought me a diet coke after gym, and this morning, he's held 4 doors open for me. He could choose any other Dom in the school to give him a taste of domination. But he picked me.

And he ALWAYS COMES TO ME! ALOT OF SUBS DO.

"David, I'm going to glee club all the way in the auditorium! On the other side of the campus! Don't you have football practice?"

He shook his head. "I can be late! It's okay."

He is going through submissive puberty really hard. His dad is a sub, and his mom is not in his life. He needs a Dom.

I sighed. "Fine." And handed him my bag. He smiled like he won the lottery. But when I started walking, and he didn't, I turned around with wide eyes at his biting his lip, and nervous look.

"What?"

He hesitated until I walked back to his side. "C-can I carry your jacket and soda as well s- Kurt?"

I told him not to call me sir. I'm not his Dom, and I don't want anyone to ever call me sir except my soul mate. He was getting better at it. Ish. But I rolled my eyes, and handed him my coat and soda bottle. He sighed in relief, and followed me when I started walking again.

Finally at the auditorium, I took my bag and stuff back as quickly as I could without being rude, and he trotted off after a deep relaxed breath. "Thank you Kurt. Bye!"

I shook my head.

When Glee Club started, Mr. Schuster had just begun to introduce the new male lead, Finn Hudson, when Rachel dropped her microphone and walked toward him as if gravity was pulling her. She stretched out her arm for Finn to shake nearly tripping in the process, when Finn grabbed her shoulder to steady her.

"You OK?" He asked her, amused at her clumsiness.

Both of their cuffs started to glow, but I don't think they noticed. I think we're about to see another soul-meet.

"Yeah thanks. I'm Rachel B-". Finn and Rachel both froze as the pair of their wrists glowed with their handshake, and then their arms were bare. Their cuffs were now gone, and two beautifully scripted names replaced them. The whole class gasped as the two teen's wrist cuffs disappeared before their eyes. Standing center stage, oblivious to the rest of the class staring, the two soul mates gazed into each other's irises.

No one said a word. Then Rachel immediately dropped to her knees.

Mr. Schue cleared his throat and told the class, "Let's go somewhere else and leave them to... Let's go guys! Choir room."

So much for hearing the competition. I wanted to hear what the new male lead sounded like.

...

Turned out, Finn was a bigger part of my life than I knew. I'd never have known then that he'd be my new stepbrother the same year he joined Glee. Turns out his mom Carole lost her husband when Finn was born. One meet at a parent teacher conference, and she had my dad on his knees.

It was really beautiful actually, to see my dad's cuff disappear. Kids don't ever get to see that because our parents are always married and with their soul mates before we're born. The moment my mom passed away, my dad's wrist was covered with a new band, destiny telling him that he isn't to give up. That there was still someone out there for him.

And Finn's mom Carole was it.

And she was no joke.

"Dad! I'm going over to Mercedes'!" I called pulling on my coat.

"Hey! Wait a second mister. It's a school night and you have driver's Ed at 6 am. You're not going anywhere."

I didn't even argue. She's a Predom like me. Except, she's an adult, so she's much stronger. I just walked back upstairs.

Sharing a room with Finn was a pain in the ass. Because he had found his soul mate already, and when they weren't on the phone, Rachel was here, on her knees.

I was incredibly jealous.

Thankfully, we moved less than 6 months after dad and Carole's claiming ceremony. Which was great because I can't stand masturbating in the bathroom ever again!

Plus, two doms together, don't mix.

I love my new stepbrother, but I love him down the hall. Not in my space.

My new stepmom Carole really helped things a lot. Having a mother in the house is a great feeling. But, at the same time, having two more doms in the house was different. Not really good or bad, just different. You'd think that my dad would be miserable with 3 people in the house who have dominant blood in them, but he was happier than ever. My dad was less keen to submit to me, now that he had his own Dom around to balance out his hormones and natures. Finn didn't attempt to dominate dad because Carole would kill him if he did, and he has Rachel. Carole was being an amazing Dom teacher to me. At 16, doms have to either take a community class where we practice our dominance on subs safely, accurately, and correctly, or register to have a Dom instruct you to practice domination on a submissive family member. Since Finn had claimed Rachel, she counts as family, and Carole is to watch over my dominant practices on my dad.

Of course, it must be non-sexual with family members, but the rules, and way the dominance has to be applied remains the same.

...

The next couple of months in glee club wasn't that exciting until one day...

We all came early to glee one afternoon, and we watched back and forth at Rachel. She was, like she often was, arguing with Mr. Schue regarding the solo for regionals. When Finn eventually walked in and heard Mr. Schue tell Rachel NO! With a raised voice, he knew it was time again. Room P.

There are several rooms all around the school reserved for soul mate pairs for punishment and or play. When soul mates need to connect, or be punished. Finn and Rachel spent a good deal of time in there. Rachel was very... Defiant.

"But-" Rachel started to argue, until she spotted Finn. My brother glared at her for a few seconds and then pointed to a chair for her to sit. She reluctantly went and sat down. Finn turned to Mr. Schue now and said, "I apologize for her Mr. Schue. I wish I could say it won't happen again."

Will laughed a bit and nodded. "You may be excused if you need."

"Thanks." Finn said, and he put up a single finger, ushering Rachel to follow him.

Finn Pov

This wasn't the first time I'd lead Rachel to this room. Or the second. In fact, it wasn't even close. We're here at least once a week. Rachel tends to be very outspoken to other dominants who try to control her. She's a strong sub. That's one of the things that I love about her, but, her behavior still cannot go unpunished.

Heading for the sound proof room, Rachel walked silently behind me. She was of course ashamed, and knew exactly what was coming to her. We've talked about what would happen when she acts like an arrogant little brat.

I closed Room P's door behind Rachel, and before she had time to say a word, I stopped her.

"Kneel."

She dropped immediately. She couldn't fight me if she tried. But she'd never want to. Rachel was my perfect match. The love of my life, and we cherish each other.

"Do you know why we are here?"

She nodded, "Yes Sir. I need to be punished."

I nodded as well. "Why?"

"Because I was arguing with Mr. Schue and you told me never do that again. You said that what Mr. Schue decides for the club is final He's the director, not me." She recited, perfectly as I have said it to her.

Several times.

"Good girl. So you know why I am going to punish you." I asked, cupping her chin.

"Yes sir." She replied. She didn't shake, she didn't cower. There was not a flicker of fear on her face. Knowing what she did wrong, she knows that she deserves punishment. She will thank me for it.

"Ok." I pulled up a chair from behind me and sat before my sub. "Now pull up your skirt, drop your underwear and get over my knees. I'm going to give you 10 swats, I need you to count them out ok?"

"Yes Sir." Rachel whined, need threaded in her words. I couldn't stop my smile.

I swung my hand down on her bare bottom to start her punishment. She winced at the sting, but counted out obediently.

She didn't miss any numbers warranting me to start over, so it was over quickly. "Ok baby. Get up." I said, and then sat Rachel on my lap. "Good girl." I kissed her cheek.

"Thank you sir".

...

We returned to the choir room hand in hand, content smiles on our faces.

I sat in the seat beside my bro, and Rachel hesitated to sit until I reached my arms out for her to join me on my lap.

She got a spanking last night as well, and it was 25 hits then. Her bottom has to be sore.

And it took Santana to call it out.

"Looks like someone's ass is too flamed to sit in a chair!"

I smiled, proud of this, but frowned at Rachel's blush of embarrassment. She opened her mouth to retort, but saw my eyes telling her not to, and then buried herself in my chest, and I rubbed her back comfortingly. But she didn't comment, and I was proud of her for that.

I whispered, "Good girl."

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Blaine Pov

I woke up only a little while after falling asleep, my wrist tingling and itching. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock on my nightstand.

11:59

Only a minute until my birthday. 1 minute until my soul mate is decided and put on my wrist to stay forever.

I wish I knew their name. I wish I could see who it is and look for them. Find them and be the perfect sub. The best I can be.

The clock changed.

12:00

My cuff started appearing slowly on the back of my wrist as a pricking of lines started scratching my inner wrist. I squinted my eyes in the dark to try and see what letters were forming before the cuff finished forming around my arm. I want more than anything to know the name of my soul mate. But all I saw before the cuff covered them was the letter-

I gasped and sat up.

The dream again.

I was sweating and trying to catch my breath, my heart pounding with the adrenaline I felt at the thought of seeing my soul mates name.

Too bad it's just a dream. I never actually saw anything. I don't even think I woke up the night of my birthday. I woke up at 7AM looked at my hand, and smiled like an idiot at my shiny new cuff.

Finally!

I pulled the covers off of me and jumped out of bed! I ran downstairs probably three at a time yelling, "MOM! Dad! Mommy! I got my CUFF! Daddy!"

I reached the coffee table in the family room only to see a note.

Blaine honey, we had an emergency. I must keep dad with me as we can't be apart for more than a few days. You understand. Happy birthday. We will celebrate as soon as we get back next week. Sophie and Ian are to take you anywhere you want all week, and I've left a Black card for you to get anything you want while we are gone. We are so sorry to miss your birthday dear.

Love, mom and dad

Part of me wanted to go back up to bed, stay under the covers and cry. How could they miss my birthday? My 12th birthday? Me getting my cuff!

But another part of me couldn't let anything ruin today. My soul mates name is on my wrist. I will find the perfect match for me one day. I hope it's soon. And then, everything will be perfect.

It's been 4 years now since I got my cuff. 4 very long years. Every year has gotten harder and lonelier not knowing who my soul mate is. Despite my parents, and teachers and EVERYONE saying that most people are well into adulthood when they meet their soul mate, it seemed like EVERYONE AT Dalton was finding theirs.

Teachers, and stories, and histories all say the odds and likelihoods are the same. Not likely. People's soul mates live in different states and countries.

And,

It's not often that a pair resides in the same city.

I've even heard,

Some people may not find them until they are of a ripe old age.

Legends say that we ALWAYS find our mate, but it can take years. So then why are all of these teens in Westerville finding their matches?

Wes and Camille met at a Sadie Hawkins dance when Dalton's sister school joined us for the night. David and Carmen met last summer when David's family traveled to Brazil for 2 weeks; he came back with far more than souvenir. Trent met his soul mate only two weeks ago when junior year started. His sub Sebastian transferred to Dalton from Paris.

And of course who could forget Jeff and Nick, the legendary couple that found each other, in 7TH GRADE!

It's not fair! EVERYONE IS FINDING THEIR SOULMATES IN HIGH SCHOOL, EXCEPT ME!

Despite the loneliness and extreme jealousy I felt for my fellow friends at school, high school had its high points. I auditioned for the Warblers glee club and got the lead. I have a great family, I get good grades, and I have been offered a scholarship to NYU. I may not have met my soul mate yet, but I won't let that discourage me. Someday I know I'll find my perfect Dom and that will be a bigger prize than anything I've ever gotten, and that day will be perfect. I can wait. As long as it takes.

"Okay Blaine. From the top. You sure you are okay with this song?"

I just smiled a small one and nodded once.

"Because I know it's kind of an emotional song, but it's a chart topper, and it's our best chance for regionals."

"Wes, it's okay. I'm okay. I can sing the song. It actually makes me happy. Let's go."

Wes gave me a shoulder hug, and then nodded to the rest of the Warblers.

They started to harmonize, and I went into performance mode.

Ba ba ba bada bada da da bada bada da da bada bada da da da

Ba ba ba bada bada da da bada bada da da bada bada da da da

Talk myself in, I talk myself out

I get all worked up then I let myself down

I tried so very hard not to lose it

I came up with a million excuses

I thought, I thought of every possibility

And I know some day that it'll all turn out

You'll make me work so we can work to work it out

And I promise you kid that I'll give so much more than I get

I just haven't met you yet

I might have to wait, I'll never give up

I guess its half timing and the other half's luck

Wherever you are, whenever it's right

You'll come out of nowhere and into my life

And I know that we can be so amazing

And baby your love is gonna change me

And now I can see every possibility

Somehow I know that it'll all turn out

You'll make me work so we can work to work it out

And promise you kid I'll give so much more than I get

I just haven't met you yet

They say all's fair in love and war

But I won't need to fight it

We'll get it right and we'll be united

baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

And I know that we can be so amazing

And being in your life is gonna change me

And now I can see every single possibility

mmmmmm

And someday I know it'll all turn out

And I'll work to work it out

Promise you kid I'll give more than I get, than I get, than I get, than I get

Oh you know it'll all turn out

And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out

And promise you kid to give so much more than I get yeah

I just haven't met you yet

I just haven't met you yet

Oh promise you kid to give so much more than I get

I said love love love love love love love

I just haven't met you yet

Yeah, I just haven't met you yet

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We won sectionals all 4 years of high school, but never made it past regionals. It was always okay though. I had a blast with the warblers, and without them, high school would've probably been unbearable. But, I think it was because of the Warblers that I made it through.

There were many times when I really could've fallen into depressions too deep to come out of. With love being all around me, it was hard, but my friends are the best. My family has been incredibly supportive, and I'm so grateful for them being there for me for me.

My graduation day was really joyous. Being accepted at NYU, I had my plan for future all set. After summer break I'm off to New York to live. My father found the best Sub house in New York City for me. Dad already has it completely paid for throughout my 4 years of college.

"Remember, you must be on your best and most responsible adult behavior. New York is very different from Lima, son. But, I know you will be at home there. And you'll be completely safe. They have the best and most prestigious sub houses in the country. You'll be happy there."

"I know dad. I just hope maybe my soul mate is there. He sure as heck wasn't in Ohio." I mumbled sadly.

"Son, what did we talk about? He'll come to you when it's right. It'll happen son. I promise you, it'll happen." My dad smiled giving me a hug.

I hugged back. "Ok dad. Thank you. I'm ready."

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