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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel, Carole_Hudson-Hummel/Burt_Hummel, Jeff_
      (Glee)/Nick_(Warbler)
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      idiot_boys, Fluff, Angst, Alternate_Universe_-_BDSM, Dom!Blaine,
      Sub!Kurt, Top!Blaine, bottom!Kurt, On_Hiatus
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-22 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1313
****** (dreaming about) the things that we could be ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     “When he looks at your collar, you’ll know.”
     In a world where subs and switches are both revered and abused in
     equal measures, Kurt Hummel is just another submissive trying to get
     through high school sub-bullying. When it escalates, he finds
     sanctuary in Dalton – and in Blaine Anderson’s frankly frightened
     arms.
     Blaine is a dominant. But he’s also a sixteen year-old with no
     experience with damaged subs, and with an abuse-ridden past of his
     own. When the authorities deliver the most gorgeous submissive he’s
     ever seen straight into his life, he’s not sure he can make this
     Mentor business work.
     (Or, In Which Operation Klaine Endgame is orchestrated by the
     entirety of Dalton Academy)
Notes
     This was supposed to be Terry's birthday present. I'm an ass. Oh
     well. Happy belated birthday, darling! Also dedicated to my amazing,
     beautiful beta Annie, who loves sub!Kurt and wanted me to write it.
     In case any of you are following my other stories, I promise to
     update them soon. I've been having a really bad writer's block but
     I'm over it now <3. Guess where the title's from!
See the end of the work for more notes
Kurt had always dreamt of a fairytale wedding.
Even after the labeling started to come into practice, the fairytales were
modified and played with so they could still have the essence of the child’s
stories. After all, children should not be affected by labeling too early on,
but introductions never hurt; especially in a world where sub cruelty had
reached its heights.
And so Kurt grew up watching beautiful sub women and men find the dominants of
their dreams, and he determined that one day, he’d be there in their place,
finding his own fairytale.
(One day you'll find him, and he'll look at you and your collar, and you'll
know.)
As he looked up at Dalton Academy, that dream was gone.
(When he had confronted him in the locker room, he had seen the look. It wasn’t
what he was looking for.)
It had never been what he was looking for. And he doubted he’d ever find it
either. The world wasn’t that easy.
So in the end, when his father asked him for the third time that day, before
they entered the office, he knew what he was going to say.
(“You sure you want this, kid?”
Kurt raises his head, looks at his father in the eye, hyper-aware of the blank
collar against his throat.
“Yes, dad. I know what I want.”
And it isn’t a dominant. Not anymore.)
***
Blaine’s first instinct is to protect.
He can’t help it – it’s built into his genetic makeup, that’s what got him into
trouble the last time as well. He vaguely remembers only a few glimpses before
they beat him up, and the last one was yelling at the boy he took to the dance
to run.
But Kurt is a whole other story. With Kurt, he feels like he can take on the
world if it meant Kurt would be safe.
So when Kurt is the one who pushes the bully away from him, it feels
anticlimactic. The boy glares at Kurt’s collar before stalking away, and Blaine
goes cold at the look in his eyes. This one’s not too far gone – not if he
still is capable of leaving them alone. But Kurt isn’t safe here. He isn’t.
When they share lunch, Blaine tries to talk to Kurt about it. He knows Dalton
offers a scholarship based on special circumstances, and he knows Kurt’s on the
honor roll, but he doesn’t know if Kurt can manage to go two years without his
friends always there for him.
“Fat lot of good they did this time, didn’t they?” Kurt says bitterly, before
changing the topic. It remains unsaid – Kurt can’t afford it. Not with the
wedding coming up.
As Kurt rhapsodizes about feeding the pigeons glitter, Blaine nods absently and
wonders what his life would be like if Kurt had never been bullied, if he had
met Kurt before the locker checks started.
He looks at the blank, ivory-white collar against Kurt’s throat, moving as he
speaks, and he swallows. It’s too late to think about that. Kurt doesn’t need a
dominant, not now.
He needs a friend.
***
“Kurt?” is the surprised exclamation he hears behind him. Kurt curses his
traitorous heart for leaping at the sound of his voice, even as he and his
parents turn around. “Hello, Blaine.”
“Is this the guy you were talking about?” his father asks, and Kurt nods
briefly, a small smile appearing at Blaine’s immaculate get-up. He looks 
charming as ever, and Carole nudges him approvingly, making him blush a little.
“Don’t you have class?” he asks lamely.
“Well, yeah, I was just on my way to the Principal’s office about a
mentorship…” Blaine stops, his eyes widening. “Is this about – you’re
transferring?” His ridiculous eyebrows go up, and Kurt manages to stifle his
laughter when he realizes Blaine is trying to not look too happy about it. “Did
something more happen?”
His hands are clasping Kurt’s right, and he’s way too close. Kurt waits for his
body to stiffen automatically, but it doesn’t happen. He looks up and sees his
father stare at the two of them, looking rather amused, and he blushes harder.
“I’m fine!” he says, hurriedly, and Blaine actually sighs in relief. He’s still
got both his hands wrapped around his wrist. No way is Kurt asking to let him
go. “But yes, I’m transferring. And my Dad…” Kurt breaks off, realizing his
mistake. “Dad, Carole, this is Blaine Anderson. He’s a junior here. Blaine,
these are my parents.”
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hummel, Mrs. Hummel.” He takes his right hand away to
shake his father’s and Carole’s, and Kurt tries not to hyperventilate at the
fact that Blaine still hasn’t stopped clasping his hand with his left.
“Kurt’s told me a lot about you,” Burt says gruffly, his hands in his pockets.
“You’ve helped him a lot these past few days.”
“Oh no, sir, Kurt is strong enough even without me, I was just trying to be
helpful,” he says, and Kurt can practically see Carole’s aura of approval.
“Yeah? He’s not been ordering you around already?” Burt jokes, and Blaine
shakes his head, eyes extremely round. “Oh no, we’re friends, sir, it’s not
ordering if I want to do things for him.”
“Huh.” Burt crooks his head. “I can see that.” His eyes are on Blaine’s hand
over Kurt’s, but Blaine doesn’t drop it. Kurt’s heartbeat accelerates.
“At least you’ll have a good friend who likes to take care of you, Kurt,”
Carole says, her smile knowing. “That does give me some peace of mind.”
“The Warblers – our glee club – will be happy to help him out too,” Blaine says
earnestly. “They’ve…” he trails off when he realizes Kurt is shaking his head.
“They’re going to be excited to meet him. I’m sure of it.”
“Good for you, Kurt – at least you’ll have another thing to focus on.”
“Do you want to check out the dorms?” Blaine asks. “I don’t have much time, but
still.”
“No, it’s fine, Blaine, we’ve already arranged for Kurt to move in tomorrow.
You could show him where the rooms are then.” Burt looks at his watch. “You
better get moving kid, your Principal might not wait a long time.”
“Want me to help you pack?” Blaine asks Kurt. Kurt nods, almost timidly. “Good,
I’ll be at your house by five. I’ll be going now.” He squeezes Kurt’s hand, and
then smiles brightly at all of them, before going off in the other direction.
“See you again, Mr. Hummel, Mrs. Hummel.”
They watch him go, Kurt slowly running his fingers over his own wrist.
“What a darling boy,” Carole sighs. “He’s good for you, Kurt.”
“Carole!” Kurt exclaims, scandalized, and Burt merely grins before going ahead
of them, letting his wife and son giggle about the boy. It’s strange to see his
son grow up, but the smile on Kurt’s face is something he’d seen only at the
wedding recently.
He’s not going to complain if the kid brings that smile on Kurt’s face all the
time.
***
“As you can see, we’ve considered your record and it’s time for you to display
your potential,” Principal Raleigh says, leaning forward. “You’ve had an
excellent record for calming down subs and this could also be a way for you to
expand your CV.”
“But I’m only a junior, Ma’am.”
“I don’t think it particularly matters. Besides, this sub has a history of
bullying and I believe you’re at a point where you can talk about your own
experiences and help him grow.”
Blaine feels a sharp jolt in his stomach, wondering uneasily if he ought to
have taken on the mentorship. “What’s the sub’s name, ma’am?”
Principal Raleigh slides over the papers to him, and Blaine’s heart in his
throat.
Predictably enough, the name on the paper, in beautiful flowing script, says
Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.
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