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“My precious sweetheart,” Kurt Hummel said softly, cupping his boyfriend’s cheeks in his hands. “I love you. I want to be with you forever. I will be with you forever. The day you turn eighteen, my father is going to come pick you up, put you on a train to New York, and I am going to claim you as mine. You just have to make it through a few more months, and don‘t forget, I‘ll see you in a month for Christmas. Can you be strong for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” Blaine Anderson nodded, looking up at the man who would already be his Dominant, if only his parents would allow it. And they wouldn’t. Which left him waiting until his eighteenth birthday for the pairing he so desperately wanted and needed.
“I have to go, sweetheart. My train leaves in an hour. Can you make it home safely? Or do I need to get my father to take you home? Finn can drive your car.”
“I’ll be fine, Sir,” Blaine said, dropping to his knees and taking Kurt’s hands in his. He brought the long, elegant fingers to his lips, kissing them reverently. “But I should go. My father won’t be happy that I’ve been out this long.” It went without saying that punishment was likely.
Kurt nodded. “Stand up,” he directed. Blaine scrambled back to his feet, gasping as Kurt brought him into a tender embrace. Kurt kissed Blaine thoroughly, slowly and gently, marking him, imprinting him, with the essence of the man who would be his Dom, as soon as legally possible. “I’m sorry I can’t take you home myself.”
“My father would lock me up if you did. It’s best if I just go home alone, Sir, you know that.”
“It doesn’t mean I have to like it. I’m drawn to protect you. You know that.” A horn honked in the driveway of the Hummel house. “Alright, sweetheart. You need to go now. That’s Rachel, and she’s only going to get more impatient.” Kurt kissed him one more time. “Where are you telling him you were today?” he asked.
“Library, Sir” Blaine said, patting his book bag. “I brought my homework with me, and I told Dad I was going to be at the library working on it, but I finished it yesterday, really.”
“Very good. Now remember the rules.”
“Yes, Sir,” Blaine nodded. “No touching myself unless we’re on Skype together. Only call you from my special cell phone, and only when I know my parents aren’t home.”
“And?”
“And call you or your dad if I need anything, if I need to be picked up and taken away from my parents’ house.”
“If you need anything at all, I expect you to call my dad. His number is in your phone for a reason. I’ll see you in a month. And on your eighteenth birthday, we’ll make everything official, and I’ll claim you, body and soul.” They were both virgins, in the strictest sense of the word, but had experimented somewhat together, only with handjobs. Skype sex was something that could only happen once in a blue moon, with Blaine’s father on a business trip. But when it did happen, Blaine fell into a blissful state that only Kurt could engender in him. And Kurt stayed on the computer with him for hours, keeping him as safe as possible over the computer connection until he came back to himself.
“Yes, Sir, I promise, Sir,” Blaine said. He smiled at Kurt. “I love you, Sir.”
“I love you, sweetheart,” Kurt said. One last hug and kiss, and he swatted Blaine lightly on the behind, sending him on his way.
Blaine picked up one of Kurt’s suitcases, carrying it out to the Berry family’s car. Kurt followed with two more suitcases, then walked Blaine down to his car.
“I’ll text you later,” Kurt promised, handing Blaine into the driver‘s seat of his car. “Have your phone on you.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Blaine whispered.
“Drive safely. Send me a text when you get home, so I know you got there safely.”
“I will. I love you, Sir.”
“I love you,” Kurt kissed him one last time, then closed the car door and watched as he drove away. Then he trotted back up the driveway and slid into the back seat of the car. “Sorry about the wait, Mr. Berry,” he said.
“It’s no problem, Kurt. Your submissive is a beautiful boy.”
“Thank you, but he’s not mine. Not yet. We have to wait until his eighteenth birthday.”
“Ah, a clandestine romance?” Hiram asked, glancing at Kurt in the rear-view mirror. “Thankfully, Leroy and I had no issues on that front, both sets of parents were quite happy to be rid of us, so they didn’t care who I claimed, but I know plenty of men who couldn’t claim their chosen partners because of the submissive’s parental issues. Knowing your father, I’m assuming it’s his parents that are the problem?”
“Yes, sir,” Kurt nodded.
“You don’t have to call me sir, Kurt,” Hiram reminded. “Hiram is fine, we’ve known you a long time.” He smiled. “Are you two eager to be back to New York after the holiday?”
“Oh, yes!” Rachel exclaimed. She clapped her hands together. “I can’t wait. I mean, I love you, dads, but the big city…”
Kurt smiled. “It’s bittersweet for me,” he said. “I worry about Blaine when I’m not here. But I only have to wait until February, and I’ll see him over Christmas.”
“Give him our number,” Hiram directed. “If he needs anything at all, he should call us. We’ll take care of him.”
“I’ll text it to him,” Rachel said, pulling out her phone. She texted Blaine her fathers’ home number, as well as each of their cells, telling him, ‘in case you need anything, call my dads, love Rachel’. She sent the information to his secret cell phone, so that he’d have it at his disposal if and when he truly needed it.
“Thank you,” Kurt smiled. “That does make this a little easier.” He’d said goodbye to his father that morning, and Burt, Finn and Carole were both at work, so it had only been Blaine he‘d needed to say goodbye to..
Both Kurt and Rachel were settled into their seats on the train, Kurt leaning his head against the window, when Rachel’s phone rang with a new message. She rummaged through her purse, pulling it out.
“Blaine says thank you for my dads’ numbers, and to tell you he made it home safely,” Rachel smiled.
“Great,” Kurt reached over and snagged his best friend’s phone, typing out a quick response instead of going into his bag and finding his own. “Glad to hear you’re home safe. Have a good rest of your weekend, and I’ll talk to you soon. Love, Kurt.”
Once the text was sent off, Kurt put in his earbuds, tucked his pillow between his head and the window, and settled deeper into his seat, trying to fall asleep. Rachel soon fell asleep with her head on his shoulder, their fingers entwined. New York had made them even closer as friends.