Chapter 2

A month later, Blaine was sitting on a couch wishing he had the courage to bolt for the door. His fear had such a hold on his mind that he couldn't conjure up a song to help him feel better.

Dinner at the Smythes.

Victoria had walked into his room that morning, without knocking, to announce that the entire family, including Cooper and his slave Lisa, would be going to the Smythes for dinner that evening. Blaine had been in the middle of jerking himself off fast and hard to the remnants of a dream he'd had the night before. Kurt was standing over him, naked and beautiful. His pale skin glowing with a silky sheen, his command covering Blaine, heavy and warm like rays of sun. Blaine was naked on his knees, wrists and ankles bound by leather straps. A heavy iron collar around his neck with a leash held by Kurt. Kurt's cock was thick, heavy and hard, and Blaine was drooling. He wanted it in his mouth so bad. And then up his ass.

"Where are your eyes, Blaine?" Blaine quickly shifted his gaze from Kurt's beautiful cock down to the floor.

"Do you see something you want, my love?"

"Yes sir."

"What do you want?"

"Your cock, sir."

"Where would you like it?"

"Please...in my mouth, sir."

Kurt reached down and ran his fingers though Blaine's hair. He tightened his grip on the chain and pulled Blaine's head back.

"You may pleasure me."

Blaine opened his mouth and leaned forward...

"Tonight we're having dinner at the Smythes, so don't disappear. As a matter of fact, why don't you stay home today so I'm not forced to hunt you down when it's time to go? We leave at 6:00 pm."

Blaine turned crimson as he quickly grabbed at the sheets to cover himself. If Victoria noticed what he was doing, she didn't mention it.

"Did you hear me? Don't go running off today. Cooper and Lisa will be here at 4:00 pm."

"Yes ma'am."

Victoria stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Blaine exhaled and thought about starting again when his mother's words registered with him.

Dinner at the Smythes.

Sebastian.

Blaine wasn't in the mood anymore. He reached over and grabbed his phone to call Kurt.

Kurt forced himself to keep his voice calm and steady. He knew Blaine needed him calm. If he freaked out, Blaine would freak out.

"It's probably just dinner, Blaine. Nothing to worry about. Just try to stay close to your parents and Cooper."

"But what if this dinner is to discuss Sebastian claiming me?"

Kurt closed his eyes and swallowed. "I'm sure it's just dinner." God, please let it be just dinner.

"You don't know that, Kurt. What if it isn't? What if they decide tonight that I'm going to be with Sebastian. Oh, God."

Blaine's panicked voice broke causing Kurt's heart to break. He took a deep breath and summoned his command.

"Blaine, I want you to calm down. No matter what happens tonight, I'll find a way to claim you. I promise."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Blaine relaxed. Kurt would make everything okay. Everything would be fine.

"I love you, Kurt."

"I know. I love you too. Don't worry."

Kurt hung up.

"How could you do that?"

Kurt turned around to see his father standing there, his face flush with anger.

"Do what?"

"Promise something like that. Kurt...you can't make that type of promise to a slave. There's no guarantee that you will be allowed to claim Blaine."

"I can claim whomever I want, even if the parents disagree. Those are the rules."

Burt shook his head. "Come on, Kurt. You're not that naïve. People like the Andersons play by a different set of rules."

"I don't care about their stupid money. Blaine wants to be with me and I want him. I'm claiming him."

Burt's heart broke just a little as he stared at Kurt. Instead of the 17 year old standing before him, Burt was seeing Kurt age 10. Arms folded in defiance, a stubborn look upon his face as he refused to wear the navy blue winter coat Burt had bought for him. He wanted pink and he didn't care if pink was only in the girls section. The pink coats were pretty. The blue was ugly. The next day Burt returned the navy coat and Kurt wore his pink coat proudly the entire winter, oblivious to the stares of strangers.

But Blaine wasn't a coat. He was a sub slave, and a highly sensitive, submissive one at that. Without meaning to, Kurt was screwing with Blaine's head. If things didn't work out, the damage could leave scars.

"Look kiddo. I know you love him. I know you want him, but you have to be careful. What happens if he doesn't get claimed by you?" Burt put his hand up to stop Kurt's protest. "I know, I know. You're determined to claim him, but let's just pretend it doesn't work out because the Andersons have other plans. Do you know what will happen to Blaine? The mental anguish he will suffer by not being claimed by the one he's submitted to in his own mind? Sure he'll submit to another master because its in his nature, but there will be this...missing piece. Confusion that will leave him disoriented about the claim. And what if that master isn't willing to be patient? You're setting Blaine up for a lot of pain if things don't work out."

Kurt sat down heavily on the couch and placed his hand over his mouth.

Shit.

That was the last thing he wanted to do.

But he couldn't deny his feelings. His desires. Blaine was more than a want. He was a need.

What if Blaine was right about tonight? What if plans were made and deals signed? Kurt shook his head slowly.

"Dad...I can't...I can't lose him...I can't..."

Burt nodded. "I know. We'll try to work it out. I promise. We'll try to work it out."

Blaine dug his nails into the couch cushion as Sebastian appeared in the doorway of the living room. He simply stood there, a smug smirk on his face. He blew Blaine a kiss. Blaine felt like vomiting.

One of the servants appeared behind Sebastian.

"Dinner is served."

Blaine stood up slowly hoping Sebastian would head to the dining room ahead of him, but Sebastian remained in the doorway.

"Evening, Blaine. You're looking quite fetching."

Blaine said nothing. Sebastian waited until Blaine squeezed by him to follow behind.

"Damn. Can't wait to get my dick up that ass."

Blaine almost fell. Sebastian laughed. When they reached the dining room, Cooper's slave, Lisa beckoned to Blaine.

"Sit by me."

Sebastian was about to take the chair on the other side of Blaine, when Cooper smoothly slid in. He smiled sweetly at Sebastian.

"Sorry."

Sebastian scowled and sat at the end of the table.

Cooper looked at Blaine. "You're welcome."

"Thank you."

Cooper and Blaine had a strange relationship.

Due to their age difference and the fact that Cooper was the favored master son, they weren't close, but they weren't enemies either. Growing up Cooper mostly ignored Blaine, following the example set by their mother. Upon graduating high school he claimed Lisa and headed off to college. After he graduated, Victoria sent him to Michigan to run a manufacturing company she had purchased. He traveled to Ohio often to visit and report to his mother. He still didn't pay much attention to Blaine, but he was concerned about his claiming. One of Lisa's friends was currently trapped in a miserable, parent arranged claim. Cooper was seeing first hand the unhappiness it caused. He didn't want to see Blaine in the same situation.

Blaine spent most of dinner talking to Lisa. Lisa was very sweet and had always shown Blaine kindness and affection. By the end of dinner Blaine was feeling more relaxed.

Unfortunately, the feeling didn't last.

Everyone moved out to the enclosed deck for dessert and drinks. Blaine stuck close to Lisa, sitting next to her on the loveseat. Cooper sat in a chair next to them while the parents sat across from them. Sebastian lounged in the doorway. There were a few moments of silence while everyone focused on desert, a delicious three layer, vanilla cream cake.

Anna Smythe broke the silence. "So, Victoria...have you given any thought to Blaine's claim?"

Blaine froze. Sebastian smiled, smug and satisfied.

Victoria shook her head. "No, not really."

"You know...maybe Blaine would be good for Sebastian. Sebastian needs someone to calm him down. Stabilize him."

Blaine slowly sat his cake plate on the table. His hands were shaking.

Cooper spoke up. "Don't you think Blaine should have a say in who claims him?"

Victoria snorted. "Please. He'd submit to a dog if it wagged its tail hard enough. These things have to be directed."

Sebastian laughed. Cooper shot him a look.

"In that case, I suppose Sebastian has half a chance. From what I've heard, he is quite the dog. A bitch in heat."

Blaine's eyes widened in surprise. Victoria looked at Cooper in horror while Sebastian glared at him. Anna turned red with embarrassment.

"That was a youthful indiscretion. Sebastian knows better now."

Michael Smythe spoke up. "That's right. Sebastian has matured. He's ready for the responsibility of a claim. Give it some thought, Victoria. It could be mutually beneficial for both our families."

Victoria looked at Blaine as if seeing him for the first time. She slowly nodded. "Yes, perhaps we should discuss this further."

Sebastian had been watching Blaine closely during their parents exchange. Blaine was staring at the ground, his tongue running over his lips several times as he tried to find the strength to speak. Sebastian's mind filled with thoughts of all the places he wanted Blaine's tongue. Blaine felt Sebastian's heated glare and slowly looked up. Something about the lustful, menacing look in his eyes frightened Blaine into finding his voice. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

"No."

Victoria looked at him. "What?"

"No. I-I-I don't want him. I don't like him."

Sebastian looked slightly embarrassed. "That's because you don't know me. We should spend more time together."

Anna Smythe smiled and nodded vigorously. "Yes, what a wonderful idea! I'm sure that if the two of you spent some time together..."

Cooper interrupted. "Given Sebastian's past, I don't think it would be safe for Blaine to spend time with him. I don't think any of us wanna see Blaine get rap..."

"Cooper!" Victoria screeched. "What an awful thing to say! What's wrong with you?"

"Just looking out for my little brother."

Sebastian's face was beet red with anger and embarrassment. "I didn't rape anyone! It was consensual!"

"How can sex with an unclaimed, under 18 slave be consensual?"

"I didn't rape anyone!"

Michael Smythe glared at Cooper. "Of course you didn't rape anyone. It was all a misunderstanding. Victoria, how did your acquisition of General Manufacturing Services go?"

Michael's tone was clear. The conversation was over. Victoria gladly dove into the details of her latest business conquest. Sebastian shot Blaine and Cooper a final evil look before disappearing.

Blaine exhaled while Lisa rubbed his back. "It'll be okay, Blaine."

Blaine turned to Cooper, his eyes relieved and grateful.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

"No problem."

"Coop...why are you helping me? I mean...I don't know...you're usually on mom's side."

Cooper sighed. "Let's just say that I wanna see you happy versus miserable. I've seen what life's like for unhappy slaves trapped in claims they never wanted or that have gone bad. I want something better for you. I see the positive affect Kurt has on you. It's a good thing. I don't want you to lose it."

Blaine nodded. Yes, Kurt was good for him. Kurt was great for him. Kurt was helping him get stronger, less submissive around other masters. Blaine knew it wasn't just for his benefit. Kurt was possessive and jealous. He didn't want Blaine submitting to other masters. He only wanted Blaine to submit to him.

To Blaine's relief, Victoria quickly forgot about Sebastian claiming him. A competitor made a major move into one of her key business areas. The development consumed all of her time and energy. Blaine went out of his way to stay out of sight and out of mind.

Sebastian eye fucked Blaine every chance he had, but he kept his distance which made Kurt nervous instead of happy. Sebastian's smile was too smug and knowing, as if he had a secret. Would Victoria make arrangements for Blaine's claim without telling him? It was a thought that kept Kurt up at night.

Burt was up at night as well.

The more he watched Kurt and Blaine interact, the more he worried about Kurt's claim promise. Both boys were in deep. Too deep for the Andersons and Hummels to have never met.

Burt decided it was time to fix that.

"I'm sorry, what company did you say you're with?"

"Hummel Tire & Lube."

Victoria frowned. How the hell had this man in a cheap suit gotten an appointment with her? She would fire Sara the moment this was over.

"What do you want?"

"I'm here to talk about your son, Blaine. I'm Kurt's father."

Victoria's expression turned bored. "So?"

Burt frowned. "Well, I'm sure you know Kurt and Blaine have been dating for almost a year and a half. Kurt would like to claim your son."

"Out of the question."

"Why?"

"No offense, Mr...Hundel? But Blaine is an Anderson. He comes from a family of a certain class, breeding and social standing. It would not be appropriate for him to be claimed by..."

"Watch yourself," Burt growled.

"... someone from a different social class."

"You're a business woman. I'm a business man and a future US Congressman. We're not that different. "

"A congressman? I thought you were a mechanic?"

"I'm running for congress this year. I'm ahead in the polls by 70%."

"Congress?"

"Yes."

"United States Congress?"

"Is there any other?"

Victoria sat back in her chair and started calculating.

Having a politician in her debt would be useful. There were some tax breaks she wanted to see pass in preparation for a major acquisition and expansion deal she was working.

She could smooth things over with the Smythes. They would understand. Especially if she shared the influence.

She smiled at Burt and pushed a button on her phone. "Sara, hold my calls."

"You did what?"

"Kurt, calm down."

"How could you? I didn't think you wanted to be that kind of politician!"

"Come on, kiddo! You know me better than that! I didn't agree to anything I wasn't already on board with! Victoria and I are both business owners. We have more in common than you think."

"I was going to handle it!"

"How? By claiming Blaine without his parent's permission? No. That's not how you want to stake a claim. Especially when dealing with someone as intensely submissive as Blaine and a family like the Andersons. It could come back to haunt you. This way you get to do it right."

"And you get to be in Victoria Anderson's back pocket! And what happens if you don't win the election?"

Burt looked visibly hurt. "Since when did you start thinking so little of your old man?"

Kurt felt like shit. He should give his father some credit, especially since he was just trying to help him. His father was an honest man. He wouldn't agree to something that wouldn't sit right with his conscience. And he was definitely going to win.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want you beholden to anyone on my behalf. Especially Victoria Anderson."

"I promise you that's not how it went down. I love you and I would do anything for you, but I have limits. Limits I'm sure you want me to have. Like, I promise not to show up unannounced in New York next year just because I miss you and want to make sure you and Blaine are doing okay."

Kurt smiled. "Yes, please limit that activity."

"Okay. But I won't limit my need to remind you of the rules. Despite things being squared with his parents, you still need to follow the state guidelines regarding physical interactions before he's claimed."

Kurt nodded vigorously and prayed his guilt didn't show. He hadn't broken any rules. Not technically.

Not really.

Sure he held Blaine far longer than five seconds...

And, yes they laid on Kurt's bed next to each other...

Okay...so...maybe Kurt occasionally rubbed Blaine's cock through his pants, but only to make Blaine feel better after Sebastian attacks. The little moans and sighs of relaxation proved it was good for Blaine. He never allowed Blaine to touch him, no matter how desperately Blaine stared at him, and despite how desperately he wanted Blaine to touch him. No matter how many dreams he suffered through. Dreams of Blaine on his knees...in full submission...lips parted...asking Kurt to allow him to service...

"Kurt!"

Kurt blinked and turned crimson.

Burt sighed. "Perhaps we should review chapter 8 again."

To say Sebastian was pissed would be an understatement.

Sebastian was used to getting his way and he did not like being passed over for a gayface, low class, twink like Kurt Hummel. He especially didn't like seeing Kurt walk around Dalton holding Blaine's hand with a smug smile of victory on his face.

He was further incensed when his parents refused to do anything about it. Yes, they were disappointed. They liked the idea of having a claim connection between the Smythe and Anderson families, but Victoria had explained things to their satisfaction and they respected her decision. Sebastian would just have to move on. Sebastian was livid.

He always got his way.

Always.

Blaine should understand that.

He cornered him in the music room.

Blaine was sitting at the piano working on an arrangement. He was deep in thought, playing notes in both his head and on the piano. He'd always been good at music, but thanks to Kurt it was as if a part of his brain he couldn't access before had suddenly opened up. In between dreams of serving Kurt, he dreamed of musical notes dancing across the page, arranging themselves in perfect harmonies and rhythms.

"Hello Blaine."

Blaine was so startled and frightened he fell off the piano bench. Sebastian laughed.

"Aw, poor baby. Are you okay? Did you bruise anything? Wouldn't want you to bruise that beautiful ass."

Blaine scrambled backwards towards the wall. He tried to stand up.

"Stay down."

Blaine froze.

Sebastian laughed. "Your submissiveness is fucking delicious."

He stood over him. "Up on your knees."

Blaine immediately obeyed.

Sebastian grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. Blaine was shaking and tears were pooling in his eyes.

"I don't know what kind of deal your stupid whore mother made with Hummel's dad, but mark my words. This. Isn't. Over."

Blaine cried out as Sebastian pulled him to his feet by his hair. He slammed him into the wall and pressed his body against his. Tears rolled down Blaine's face as he felt Sebastian's erection against his thigh.

"Pl-please...please don't."

Sebastian pressed harder. "How dare you deny me. You are a fucking slave. One of the most submissive bitches ever born. You don't deny me. Just you wait. I will claim your ass."

"Sebastian!"

Sebastian turned around. His face met Wes's fist.

"You asshole!" Wes swung again connecting with Sebastian's nose.

They swung and lunged at each other before falling down, wrestling around the floor of the music room, banging into tables and knocking over chairs. They rolled through the doors out into the hall. A crowd gathered around as they scrambled to their feet and attacked each other again. Kurt came running up.

"What's going on? What happened?" The boy next to him shrugged.

Kurt watched in shock as Wes slammed Sebastian into a row of lockers and started wailing on him with punch after punch.

Wes was a very prim and proper kind of guy. He liked rules, order, tradition and appropriateness. Punching someone out, even an asshole like Sebastian, was not appropriate.

Unless...

"Blaine!"

Kurt frantically searched the crowd. "Blaine!"

His eyes landed on the wide open doors of the music room.

"Blaine!"

Nothing.

"Blaine? It's Kurt. It's okay. Please answer me."

There was a small sob from the corner.

Blaine was curled into a tight ball in the corner behind a chair. Kurt dropped to his knees and gathered him in his arms.

"You're okay, Blaine. I'm here. It's okay." Blaine clung to him, burying his face in his shoulder. "It's okay. I love you. I love you and I'll take care of you. I promise."

"He...he...he said...he said..."

"Ignore what he said. It means nothing. I have your mother's permission. I will claim you on your 18th birthday. I will claim you and you will be my slave. Mine. Not his. Mine."

"Y-yours."

"Mine."

Neither Wes nor Sebastian were expelled. The principal found it hard to believe that a perfect, model student like Wes would start a fight unless there was a really, really good reason. He didn't buy Sebastian's story of Wes attacking him simply for wandering into the music room. The principal didn't like Sebastian, so as far as he was concerned the smarmy brat had it coming. He accepted the Smythe Foundation's sudden and very large donation to the school library and dropped the entire thing.

Once Kurt learned exactly what Sebastian did to Blaine, he wanted to report him to the Masters Ministry. Burt advised against it.

"The Andersons and Smythes are friends. You cause trouble for the Smythes and Victoria might change her mind. We need to be careful until you've officially claimed Blaine."

Kurt burned at the thought of Sebastian getting away with pressing his dick against Blaine. That was considered a threat to a slave, but he knew his father was right. He didn't want to do anything that might put his claim permission in danger.

The months leading up to Kurt's birthday flew by. Sebastian backed off with the exception of shooting dirty looks at Kurt. He ignored Blaine completely.

As Kurt's birthday approached, Burt grew more and more insistent that Kurt review chapter 8 of the state rules regarding interactions between masters and unclaimed slaves. Especially the section on sexual relations. Kurt couldn't believe his dad was still harping about this. He was sure he could recite the entire chapter by heart. One night his frustration hit a boiling point.

"Dad! Enough! Stop nagging me!"

"Watch your tone, Kurt."

"I'm sorry, but seriously! You are driving me crazy!"

"Tone, Kurt."

Kurt glared at him. Burt sat down and gestured for Kurt to do the same.

"Listen, I know I'm getting on your nerves, but you don't understand what's about to happen to you. Things are about to change. You are about to change. You need to be ready for what's about to happen."

"I already know what's about to happen. My sex drive is going to sky rocket to another level, as if that's possible. Dad, I promise you. I've read the rules. I know the rules. I won't let him touch me. I don't wanna do anything that might make me lose him. I promise you. I am the definition of self-control."

Burt sighed. "Let's hope you stay that way."

The night before his birthday Kurt stared at himself in the mirror. He didn't feel any different. He didn't look any different. He didn't doubt his father's words or his health book, but he didn't feel like anything major was about to happen. Yes, he still wanted to jump Blaine, and yes Blaine's eyes begged him to, but that wasn't anything new.

As he settled in bed and closed his eyes, Kurt decided he would be fine. His father was just being overly cautious. And overreacting.

He was asleep 15 seconds after closing his eyes.

45 seconds later transformation began.

The master core of Kurt's brain began opening, shifting and stretching. Veins broke and reconnected. Kurt's blood thickened, darkened and grew a few degrees warmer. His cock lengthened and widened. His balls enlarged slightly and grew heavier. His arm and leg muscles tightened and strengthened. By morning the transformation was complete.

Kurt woke up feeling unusually restful. He didn't notice anything as he showered and brushed his teeth. He stared at his cock for a few minutes, his head cocked to the side. Maybe? No. Just his imagination, or maybe wishful thinking. He dressed and went downstairs.

After birthday wishes from his dad, Finn and Carol, and a bowl of fruit and yogurt, Kurt grabbed his bag.

"I'm off. I'll see you later."

Burt placed his hands on his shoulders and stared into his eyes.

"Promise me you'll be careful today. Especially around Blaine."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I promise."

"I mean it, Kurt."

"So do I. I promise to be careful."

"Have a strong day."

Kurt made a face and laughed. Seriously? A strong day?

Like every morning, Kurt went to his locker first and then went to wait by Blaine's. He noticed Sebastian standing a few feet away, arms folded, staring at him with a smirk on his face. Kurt shot him a nasty look and started scrolling through happy birthday texts on his phone.

"Hi. Happy birthday."

Kurt looked up into Blaine's eyes and froze.

He swayed a little as his heart raced and it was suddenly harder to breathe. He always wanted Blaine, but now the feeling was stronger and more intense than ever before. It overrode his sense of control and discipline. He wanted this gorgeous boy to serve him. To suck his cock until it was drained. Yes. Excellent idea. His cock definitely belonged in this boy's beautiful mouth. Now.

Kurt stepped closer to Blaine, his erection pressing against his pants, demanding freedom. Kurt's fingers moved to his zipper.

Blaine's eyes widened and filled with submission as he heard Kurt's zipper being lowered. He started to slowly sink to the floor.

"Happy birthday!"

Wes and David appeared on either side of Blaine, each placing a hand under his arm to keep him standing. Kurt blinked and tried to remember who they were. David glanced at Kurt's pants and grinned.

"Yep. Definitely his 18th birthday."

He tugged at Blaine's arm. "Come on. As much fun as it would be to see the two of you put on a gay porn show for all of us, we have class and we don't want Kurt to get in trouble. You're with me today. Wes will take care of the birthday boy."

Wes started dragging Kurt away from Blaine. Kurt roared.

"No! Stop! Get off me!" He tried to wrench himself away from Wes, but Wes tightened his grip on Kurt's arm and kept dragging him. "Sorry, Kurt. You'll thank me later."

Blaine was whining loudly as David dragged him down the hall. The whining struck at Kurt's core and set off a fierce protective reaction within him. Wes was completely prepared for the swing Kurt threw his way. He ducked effortlessly. He pushed Kurt into the first bathroom they reached and pushed him towards the stalls.

"Go on. The first jerk is the best."

Kurt didn't protest. He ran into the stall, pulled down his pants and proceeded to jerk himself off loudly, screaming Blaine's name when he came.

He did it again five minutes later.

And once more ten minutes later.

When he finally emerged from the stall he felt relaxed and his mind clear. Wes, who had stepped outside to keep everyone else out, poked his head in.

"Done?"

Kurt nodded without a hint of embarrassment.

Wes waited for him as he scrubbed his hands.

"How did you know?"

"This is an all boys school. The real question is how did you not?"

"Is it like this for everyone?"

"No. Just those who are 100% certain about their claim. To be honest, I'm a little surprised the Andersons sent Blaine to school today. Usually in a case like yours where the claim is a forgone conclusion, the parents keep the slave at home on the master's 18th birthday and for the first few days afterward just in case the master can't keep it together. Then again, I've learned not to expect much from the Andersons when it comes to Blaine."

Kurt felt guilty about giving his dad a hard time. His dad probably knew the Andersons wouldn't take steps to protect Blaine, and if Kurt lost control and gave in to the sexual desire choking him...

Shit.

Sebastian would make sure the Masters Ministry knew about it before Kurt had time to pull out.

Kurt looked at Wes with renewed appreciation.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry for taking a swing at you. I've never done that before, to anyone. Even people who deserved it. I'm really sorry."

Wes smiled. "No problem. Come on. We're super late to class, but just tell the teacher it's your birthday. This is the one day you won't get in trouble for being late."

By the end of the day Kurt was miserable. He'd jerked off three more times before giving in to the fact that he would not be able to get rid of this new, desperate, intense, purely sexual hunger for Blaine. It gnawed at him like a deep, throbbing ache and left him feeling starved.

He arrived home to find his dad pacing in the kitchen.

"Hey."

"Hi." Burt searched Kurt's face for clues. Kurt sat down at the table.

"Did everything go okay?"

Kurt nodded. "Yes. I plan to name my first child Wesley David Hummel."

"So they didn't keep him home?"

"No."

Burt frowned and shook his head. "Bastards. I thought they might considering how submissive he is. Your grandfather didn't let me near your mother for a month."

"Dad...I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a brat about studying chapter 8 and all your warnings. I get it now."

"It's okay kiddo. Rite of passage. You got through your first day without incident. I'm proud of you. Only three more months to go."

Three more months.

Three. More. Months.

Kurt excused himself.

By the time he went to bed his wrist was sore.

Along with his dick.

Kurt was relieved to find that while the intense feelings didn't lessen, his resolve not to give in grew stronger, motivated in part by Sebastian's constant lurking. Kurt was sure Sebastian had the Masters Ministry on speed dial just waiting for him to screw up. Kurt was determined not to break. Instead he poured his energy into planning for life after high school.

After much debate and soul searching, Kurt decided Blaine should attend Tisch School of the Arts while he attended the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. It wouldn't be easy. While unclaimed slaves often went to college, schools were primarily attended by masters. Kurt was nervous about Blaine attending classes by himself, but he knew Blaine was passionate about writing music and Tisch had a great musical theatre writing program. Kurt convinced himself that Blaine would be okay. He would be claimed by then and wearing a collar telling the world he belonged to Kurt Hummel. Claimed slaves were off limits and masters caught harassing or dominating a claimed slave could be sued, jailed or worse. Blaine should be safe.

Blaine wasn't so sure.

"I'll be away from you all day."

"You'll be with me every night. We'll be living together, remember?"

"What if someone tries to get me or take me?" Sebastian's words still reverberated in his head. Just you wait. I will claim your ass.

Kurt placed his hands on either side of Blaine's face. "You will be claimed, Blaine. You will be wearing a collar plus two bracelets just to make sure there's no mistaking your status. Everyone will know I own you."

Blaine got that submissive, pleading look in his eyes that drove Kurt to the edge.

"You will own me."

"Yes, I will."

"I will serve you."

"Yes, you will."

Blaine started sinking to the floor.

"Owned by you. I can't wait to be owned by you."

Kurt closed his eyes. He should stop him. He had to stop him. Blaine wasn't his to have. Not yet.

Blaine pressed his face against Kurt's crotch.

"I can't wait to serve you."

Kurt balled his hands into two tight fists.

Control. Discipline. Mastery.

Shit.

It would be so easy. All he had to do was unzip his pants. Blaine would do the rest and no one would know. Did it really matter? Blaine would be his in another month and a half.

Kurt looked down. Blaine was looking up at him. His eyes were shining with love, his lips slightly parted. Kurt took a deep breath.

"Up Blaine."

Blaine immediately rose to his feet. He sadly lowered his eyes to the floor. Kurt cupped his chin and raised his head.

"Look at me. I want you. Bad. But we have to wait until after the claim. I don't wanna do anything to screw things up."

Blaine nodded. He knew the rules. Didn't mean he didn't want Kurt's dick in his mouth.

Kurt wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close.

"Soon, Blaine. Soon I will claim you, and then..."

He held him tighter and whispered in his ear.

"We'll fuck till we fall apart."

Kurt was sure graduation day was the second best day of his life. The first would be the day he claimed Blaine. He was thrilled to have high school over and done with and looked forward to claiming Blaine and getting the hell out of Lima.

Over the summer they attended several claiming ceremonies. Most were simple, but some were extremely elaborate like Rachel and Finn's. Rachel's dads went all out, renting a hall for the ceremony, hiring musicians, and having a catered celebration afterward. Rachel sang five songs proclaiming her love for Finn and gave a long claiming speech. Kurt, Blaine and Carol looked on with amusement while Burt rolled his eyes. Kurt assured his dad that he wanted nothing like the spectacle they were witnessing. As a matter of fact, he didn't want a celebration at all. He wanted a quiet, traditional, private ceremony in their backyard, attended by his family, Blaine's family if they chose to attend, and perhaps Wes and Mercedes. They would have dinner afterward and he and Blaine would leave for New York the next morning. Burt was surprised.

"What about your Night of Confirmation? Don't you want to spend it somewhere special?"

Kurt nodded. "I booked a suite at a bed and breakfast right outside Cleveland. We'll spend the night there and head to New York in the morning."

"Given the elaborate weddings you planned for your power rangers, I assumed you would want a big show."

Kurt shook his head. "No. I just want Blaine."

Kurt had other reasons for keeping things low key. He didn't want to deal with the Andersons. The last thing he wanted was for Victoria to decide she wanted to host a reception to show off her relationship with a US Congressman. That would mean inviting the Smythes and that meant Sebastian. So far Victoria had stayed completely uninterested in the upcoming claim. Kurt had never stepped foot inside the Anderson home or even laid eyes on the family. He was content to keep it that way.

The morning of Blaine's 18th birthday, Kurt sat in bed and looked around his mostly empty room. He and Blaine's things had been packed and shipped to their New York apartment a week earlier. His outfit for the claiming ceremony was hanging in his closet along with past season fashion he didn't need to take with him.

He slid off the bed and sat down at his vanity. He opened the bottom drawer and took out a silver box. Inside was the collar and bracelets Kurt would place on Blaine identifying him as a claimed slave. They were a silver lattice design Kurt had spent hours designing and re-drawing until it was perfect. He took the design to Dawson's, a jeweler in Columbus known for excellent craftsmanship. Kurt's original design included diamonds, but was far too expensive. He barely had enough money saved to afford the custom design, but he was determined to give Blaine something original. Most masters simply chose from the hundreds of options on display in jewelry stores and at the mall. Kurt wanted something special and unique. Something one of a kind. Like Blaine.

As he stared at the collar and bracelets the enormity of the day hit him. After today he would be a full Dom Master. Sub slave Blaine's entire life, safety and well-being would be his responsibility. Once he was claimed, Blaine would rely on Kurt for everything. He would never make a decision on his own again. He would be under Kurt's complete control and command. The thought simultaneously warmed Kurt's heart, and caused a sexual stirring deep inside his core. He was fully erect, but could not relieve himself. Masters were not allowed to masturbate on Claiming Day. Instead he had to save all of his sexual energy and needs for Blaine to fulfill that night in confirmation of the claim.

K&B&K&B

Blaine sat in his empty room and wished it were time to leave for Kurt's. He was nervous, excited, scared and happy. The happiest he'd been in his entire life. He had never wanted something as badly as he wanted to be claimed by Kurt. Today he would move from his mother's house to his master's house, and Kurt would become the dominant force in his life. His owner. His master. His everything. He couldn't wait.

Especially for that night.

That night they would confirm the claim. Blaine would finally be allowed to drop to his knees, open his mouth and suck Kurt's cock dry. And then they would make love until it hurt. Blaine closed his eyes and licked his lips. Just a few more hours.

At 9:45 am he grabbed his bag and walked downstairs. His parents were eating breakfast on the deck. He wanted to just leave, but he figured he should say goodbye. He quietly walked outside, his eyes on the ground.

Victoria looked up from her phone. "Yes?"

"Today's my birthday."

"Oh. Why yes it is. Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday, Blaine." His father gave him a genuine smile.

"I assume Kurt is claiming you today?"

"Yes."

"Well, good luck. I'm sure you'll love New York. Fabulous city."

Blaine stood there for another minute before leaving.

Victoria watched him leave.

Her part of the deal was complete.

Burt Hummel had better keep his word.

Burt, Carol, Finn, Rachel, Mercedes, Wes, Cooper and Lisa stood in a circle in the backyard of the Hummel home. Blaine was surprised, but pleased when Cooper called to tell him that he and Lisa would like to attend the claiming ceremony. He was glad to have someone from his family present.

Blaine walked from the backdoor of the house to the middle of the circle. He kneeled, eyes cast down to the ground and waited. A moment later Kurt appeared. He walked to the middle of the circle and stood over Blaine. To be completely safe and within the rules, Kurt elected to use the standard state language for the ceremony.

"Look up at me."

Blaine looked up. His heart skipped a beat and he trembled as he stared into Kurt's eyes. They were a deeper blue than gray, and while Kurt's words told a story of dominance, his eyes told the story that really mattered.

Love.

"I, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, being born of the master line and as such endowed with the privileges of masterhood, do hearby claim you, Blaine Victor Anderson, as my slave. I promise to dominate you in the way my nature demands and your nature craves. I promise to care for and protect you with my life. You are mine to love, cherish, use and punish as I see fit. You will accept this claim."

"Master, I, Blaine Victor Anderson, submit myself to you as your obedient slave. I will honor, obey and serve you in complete and total submission as is my duty and sole purpose in life. Your needs and desires are my only concern. It is in service to you that I find joy, peace and happiness. My body belongs to you to use as you wish. I submit to you and no other. I accept your claim."

Burt stepped forward with a tray holding the collar and bracelets. Kurt picked up the collar.

"This collar is a symbol of your enslavement to me. May all who see it know that you are claimed by me, and respect this claim as I respect the claims of others."

As Kurt placed the collar around his neck, Blaine's body relaxed as years of tension, stress and the desperate desire to be captured and claimed melted away.

Kurt picked up the bracelets.

"Along with the collar, these bracelets are a symbol of my responsibility to love, protect, dominate and rule over you as your master. May they be a constant reminder to you and all others that you are the claimed slave of Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."

Kurt locked a bracelet around each of Blaine's wrists. Blaine closed his eyes and lowered his forehead to the ground. Kurt looked down at him and felt a sudden surge of dominance race through his body. He was glad he decided to wear a light, three-quarter length jacket despite the hot August weather. It hid the throbbing erection pushing against his pants.

"Stand."

Blaine slowly rose to his feet. Kurt took both of his hands in his.

"I completely claim you as mine."

"I fully submit to you."

Kurt leaned forward and kissed him. Their first deep, wet, tongue-filled kiss. Blaine moaned as Kurt urgently roamed his mouth, determined to memorize the taste. He pulled back for a moment only to throw his arms around Blaine's neck and bring their mouths back together. They were oblivious to the clapping and cheers of their family and friends. All they knew was each other.

Kurt pulled back and whispered in Blaine's ear.

"I'll never let you go."