Kurt whimpered quietly as he slammed into a nearby row of lockers. It was the third time that day, and he'd been slushied twice yesterday. He was tired and sore and he didn't have time to worry about school as well as Blaine.
It was therefor entirely not his fault that he snapped. In fact, the entire thing could be blamed on the fact that David Karofsky was a jackass, and Kurt intended to tell him so.
"Hey! Karofsky!" The neanderthal casually flipped him off, not even glancing back as he continued down the hall. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"
Confrontation didn't fit in with a sub's nature, and the way people were staring made him want to vomit. Thankfully, Kurt had spent years telling his instincts to shove it. He was a pro.
It was this reasoning that enabled him to storm down the hall, glaring at anyone who stared, until he was able to shove his way into the locker room, ignoring Karofsky's harsh reminder that the sub room was next door.
"What is your problem?!"
"Right now, you are my problem."
"I've never even done anything to you!" Kurt clenched his fists, forcing himself to keep advancing
"Maybe I don't like bitchy little subs who don't know their place!"
"You Doms are all the same!" Kurt shouted, pushing aside all the ways Blaine wasn't. "You think all subs belong to you. Well guess what? Your name isn't on my hand, and even if it was I'd never take orders from you."
"Is that so?"
"I don't dig on chubby guys who sweat too much and are gonna be bald by the time they're thirty."
One of Karofsky's fists slammed against a nearby locker. Kurt was in his face now. "Don't push me, Hummel!"
"Why? Do I scare you? Just because I don't kneel every time you walk into a room-"
Karofsky kissed him.
It was weak, like he was fighting for dominance but wasn't really sure how. It was all too easy to shive him away.
"Oh my god." Kurt mumbled, heart racing. Karofsky's eyes narrowed and he grabbed Kurt's shoulders.
“Kneel. Kneel like a good little bitch.” The words sounded odd out of Karofsky's mouth, but Kurt winced anyway. Only Blaine could truly control him, but an order from any Dominant was hard to ignore.
Then he realized he wasn't going anywhere. Despite the command and the gentle-but-increasing pressure on his shoulders, Kurt was able to stay standing. Karofsky's hands were smooth, calluses hidden by fingerless leather gloves. He'd always worn them, all the athletes had. It was a fashion trend Kurt had never understood, but in that moment something new clicked into place. Something he'd never even considered. “You're a sub!”
Karofsky's face took on a pained expression. He raised both fists like he was going to hit Kurt, but slammed them against the locker instead. “Goddammit, Hummel!”
He fled. Ran from the room as if he was afraid of Kurt. Which might have been true. Kurt could very easily ruin him now, destroy everything.
“And that's why you wanted your collar?” Blaine asked, running a hand through Kurt's hair.
“If I'm claimed, no one will bother me.” Kurt mumbled into his shirt, straightening up a little now that the story was out.
“Kurt, one day I'm going to collar you.” Blaine felt Kurt stiffen in his arms and knew he was making the right decision, even if his instincts were screaming. “But it'll be because you want it, not because you're afraid.”
“I thought you wanted this.” Kurt pulled back, trying and failing to inch his way out of Blaine's lap.
“I do. You have no idea. But it would hurt you. You're not ready for that, and you'd be miserable.”
Kurt stared at him for what feels like forever, one eyebrow raised critically. “Karofsky was my first kiss.” He said finally. “Well, Brittany kissed me once, but she's going through some sort of list and I'm gay, so it doesn't count.”
Kurt leaned forward, stare intensifying. “I'm not doing this because I'm scared. But don't think it means more than it does.”
Kurt tasted like toothpaste and cherry gum. Blaine could kiss him for hours, but there were more important things to deal with.
“Hey, no, I was enjoying that.” Kurt whined when he pulled away, tugging impatiently at his collar. Then he flushed down past his shirt and shoved himself off of Blaine. Blaine hated to let him go, but he did, bringing them both to their feet and reaching for the door. “Where are you going?”
“We've got to tell your dad about Karofsky.”
“What? No!” Kurt tugged his hands out of Blaine's grip, ice-king glare firmly back in place. “We aren't doing that. We are never doing that.”
“Kurt, we have to make sure you're safe.” Blaine said, wincing when he realized how condescending he sounded.
“Karofsky can't hurt me.” That wasn't entirely true, Blaine knew. He still had fists, even if he couldn't command Kurt. “I can handle myself and we are not telling my dad.”
“Kurt, this is really important.”
“No, it's really not. I confided in you. Do you know what that means?”
“Don't take that tone with me.” Blaine snapped on instinct. He shrank back a little at Kurt's absolutely killer frown.
“Fine.” Kurt ground out, “Then can we pretty please keep this between us, oh benevolent Master?”
All the Dominant classes in the world couldn't measure up to an angry Kurt Hummel, but Blaine was determined to try. He needed to keep a firm hand, not back down whenever things didn't go Kurt's way. “We can discuss it, after you go stand in that corner.” He pointed across the room. Kurt actually deflated a little.
“You're kidding, right?”
“You can't talk to me like that.”
“I'm not going to go stand in the corner.”