Blaine's reading glasses slowly slid down the bridge of his nose as he graded his classes test papers. Giggling and sneakers dragging echoed the outside hallway of his classroom, followed by low hushes from teachers and reprimanding before a couple doors slammed shut. He sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead as he pushed away one of the final papers of the stack of tests on his desk. He'd been absolutely drained of energy all day. After Kurt's phone call the night before, he'd barely gotten any sleep after they finally hung up. He kept waking up, pacing in his bedroom, trying to come up with some explanation of what was happening to his body and why he was having such dark, sexual thoughts when it came to Kurt.

Kurt was leaning against the doorway of Blaine's English classroom, watching as the man's eyes drooped from exhaustion, hunching over in his rolling chair as he forced his hand to scribble a check mark on each paper. Kurt couldn't help but smile sadly, knowing he was the cause of Blaine's absolute exhaustion by keeping him up until three in the morning. But he knew they needed to explore this little kink of theirs more. He knocked gently on the frame of the wooden door. "Can I talk to you, Mr Anderson?" Blaine looked up from his papers groggily to the door, before a small smile formed on his lips and he nodded, gesturing with his hand. "Yeah, come on in, Kurt. Make sure to close the door behind you." Kurt nodded with a knowing smile and quickly shut the door behind him, grabbing a desk chair and placing it on the opposite side of Blaine's desk, sitting down.

"How are you?" Blaine asked, removing his glasses and setting them on his desk before relaxing himself back in his chair. Kurt couldn't help but chuckle at the question, crossing his legs and shrugging.

"I'm tired, just like you are, but somehow I've been wired up all day thinking about what's going on."

Blaine nods, grabbing his floral decor coffee mug and taking a sip of that mornings coffee which, to his dismay, tasted ice cold with crushed coffee bean particles. Well so much for caffeine to pipe him up for their conversation. "Well, I've been thinking about it too, and I can't wrap my finger around what you're going through but, all I know is I may need an exorcism."

"Oh shut up." Kurt rolls his eyes, grabbing his phone from his jeans back pocket. "I researched some of the emotions and things we were doing to try and see if other people were experiencing the same thing." He holds the phone out for Blaine to grab and start to scrolling through the open page. His eyebrow raised as he read small articles and forums.

"Kurt...are you saying we're into that disgusting BDSM crap? Because I can tell you I would never want to tie you to a wall and whip you..."

"I know, just keep reading, its in the same ballpark I promise..."

Blaine huffs out a breath before continuing to scroll on, stopping as one particular article catches his eye.

"I'm guessing you found the Dominant and Submissive article...?"

Blaine's nod is more slow, his eyes trailing back and forth as Kurt notices he's far in depth with this article. He had guessed he found what they were both looking for. Kurt had spent nearly the whole three periods surfing the internet on his phone, only to discover a sight for gay men into BDSM, which is where he found the roles of the Dominant and the Submissive, a popular roleplay by many gay men.

"It's our explanation Blaine. This article is all about men who are possessive and protective over their partners. It's a creation of emotions that causes you to become forceful and controlling in order to drive me in a safe direction rather than creating problems or destroying something, like our relationship for example."

Blaine merely nods again, brows furrowed. "So you're saying that you're a submissive?"

Kurt shrugs lightly. "I guess so, I know I've always been more pushy which is why it's hard to believe so but...I don't know, when you get angry I feel like I want to melt away in shame. And when you give me commands, god..." He ducks his head, blushing slightly now as he confesses. "It really turns me on to be controlled by you, Blaine."

Blaine started to grin, his eyes gazing up at Kurt from the screen. "Does it now? Now that's quite interesting..."

"Oh is it?" Kurt raises an eyebrow.

Blaine mocks stroking his chin and points to a certain line in the article. "Right here, it says submissives crave their dominants control, they crave commands."

"I told you it was in our ballpark." Kurt smirks. "I've read it all. What you're feeling is a dominants craving for control over his partner. According to the article both partners benefit from each other's reactions. You demand, I submit. It's a win win for both of us and its exactly what we've been doing. Me calling you higher titled names and you calling me 'pet'...that's us Blaine. Your a dominant and I'm a submissive."

Blaine was overwhelmed of course, by this discovery. The article fit him perfectly, in every shape and form. That anger when Kurt went against his wish, the demanding tone he would have when giving Kurt a demand. The sexual dreams of pinning Kurt down to a bed and keeping him locked into his hold while slamming into him....(which he hadn't told Kurt about yet...and would definitely plan to.) It all made sense now, and he could feel relief pour off of him that he finally found a name for his actions. He was a dominant. Kurt was his submissive. He looked Kurt into the eyes with a strong hold on his gaze. "Well, do you want to do this? This, dominant and submissive roleplay?"

Kurt chuckled quietly. "I wouldn't say it's roleplay, I think its apart of our normal lives as its inside us completely but...yes, I want to try it out."

"Alright then. We'll both research it more and find the right setting to test out the ropes...no pun intended."

"Mm, but ropes sound fun..."

"Don't get too excited there, babe." Blaine grinned. "I'm in control of what we do, remember? You just give me ideas."

Kurt snorts. "Oh whatever, I thought you couldn't call me pet names in school."

"I can do whatever I want, I'm the dominant." Blaine winks before getting up off his chair and heading towards the classroom door. "I'll see you Friday night, Kurt. Make plans with your dad about whose house you plan to visit and immediately come straight to mine at six o'clock. Bring a bag, you'll definitely be sleeping over."

Kurt gave an intrigued look before following Blaine, with his satchel around his shoulder. "Sounds great, I'll text you when I'm on my way." He quickly stole a kiss from Blaine's lips, winking saucily as he opened the door. "See you around Mr. Anderson." He then strolled out, leaving Blaine's eyes to glaze over his ass before shutting the door behind the boy.

Friday's going to be one hell of a night.