Chapter 11

Foreign Ways

Carly and Kurt came to a halt once they had climbed a staircase far within the mansion, they had not spoken a word. She leant over and knocked upon the door in three chaps with her fist. The door was opened by Ash, who smiled at the two slaves and then left down the hall. Carly motioned for Kurt to step in first, he was met with a luxurious room filled with red and gold décor. The room was not as beautiful and peaceful as Blaine's, but it certainly did the job of putting any person into a state of shock once they first entered it.

"Lovely, isn't it?", Kurt nodded in response to Carly's question. She smiled and lead him over to the bed where the cases had been sat. She carefully pulled up the first case onto the bed with Kurt's help.

"I say we start with this, it seems heavier and I think it's good to get this one done first."

Once they had unlocked the case and opened it, Carly's question was clarified; it was heavier because of shoes. They both began moving the items of clothing into the wardrobe on the other side of the room.

"I'm guessing Blaine just told you to pack things like pyjamas and comfort clothes?"

"Yes. We didn't have much time."

"I see, he must have an outfit for you. For the ball I mean."

Kurt almost grimaced; having someone pick his outfit for any event almost sickened him. He hoped it wasn't a hideous ensemble, but Blaine did have taste. After folding a pair of dress pants-honestly how many dress pants does this guy own?- he began to ponder over the questions he wanted to ask Carly, but could find no way to word them. He wanted to know many things...did the bites on Carly's neck hurt? What happens during a mating? Does Cooper hurt her? Would Blaine hurt him?

"Kurt?", Carly's voice penetrated his thoughts, bringing him back into the real world. Well...he was contemplating that this was all a dream.

"Huh?"

"Are you okay? You seem, lost in your thoughts."

"That's cause I am, I want to ask you so much, but it's difficult."

"I understand. Let's stop for a minute, remember we have dinner in the suite later. We can talk more then."

Carly pushed the case aside, carefully sitting on the bed; not wanting to ruffle the uncreased sheets. Kurt sat down gently as well, sitting directly beside the other slave. Kurt watched the way she moved, gracefully sitting upon the bed, back straight and her legs crossed. He would have done the same, but his butt was still a little tender.

"First of all, let's get to know each other better. I'll go first. My name is Carly Dunlop, I grew up in Michigan with my mother. My dad died when I was six years old. I was an only child, quite lonely and closed. Me and my mother tried to spend every day together doing different activities, as she knew she was going to lose me one day. When I was seventeen years old, I was taken to a slave house. It was horrible, I couldn't stand it and I was so scared. Then came the auction, boy did this guy fight for me. He was called Cooper Anderson and he was the sweetest person I'd ever met, so careful with me. Yes, he had the tough look outside of the house, but I guess all Anderson's do. His father of course didn't approve, honestly I couldn't care less, I had Cooper. We mated, there is still some time for you to understand that. His father was furious, but Liliana and Blaine were supportive. That brings me to now, I guess. My hobbies are reading, watching movies and dancing to old music. Your turn!"

Kurt smiled through the full description of Carly's life, it sounded much like his own; minus the Cooper and mating part. He took in a deep breath before starting his life so far's description.

"My full name is Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I grew up in Lima, Ohio. I was happy as a child, until my mother Elizabeth died when I was eight. She got into a car accident. I lived with my dad, he never really understood me. Probably because I wasn't into things like football or anything boyish that he enjoyed. I was more of my mother than I was my dad. I came out to my dad when I was fifteen and I went through my fair share of bullies, getting pushed into lockers or slushied. Which, by the way felt like I was being bitch slapped by an iceberg. My dad remarried to a woman named Carol, she had a son called Finn. He went to my school and embarrassingly I actually crushed on him for a while. I turned seventeen and I got taken away from my family. I got taken to a slave house where I had two trainers. I met two slaves who I became close with. My first trainer was good, the second was bad. I got punished and honestly it still hurts."

Carly frowned and smiled through the first part, giggling at the comment about the slushies. Slushies weren't as common where she was from, but she had seen a few videos online. She waited for Kurt to continue.

"Then came the auction, I watched my two friends be sold and then it was my turn. All I could think was- please be someone nice. Please don't be someone cruel. Half way through the bidding, it started to get heated. This one guy wouldn't give up, I lifted my eyes and I seen him. Hardly as it was quite dark, I saw him though. He won the bidding. I was taken back and then I can't remember anything. I woke up with a burning pain in my wrist and a sore head. My first impression of this man was that he was strict, but he wasn't hurting me. I waited and waited the entire time I talked to him for him to hurt me, but he didn't. It confused me because I'd heard some ghastly things. Then we came here, we haven't spoken properly. It's weird though.."

"What do you mean by weird?", Carly furrowed her eyebrows.

"Well, he makes me feel calm, but he terrifies me as well. I feel as if he is just going to lose that calmness he has around me and hurt me."

Carly frowned, scooting closer to Kurt and wrapping him in a hug. He looked like he needed it, his eyes were tired and she could tell his mind was jumbled. She understood his confusion, she had felt the same way to start with.

"Look, he won't hurt you intentionally. Never. That's not who he is, he just is uptight 24/7. His life isn't easy, he has to live up to the expectations of his lord title and more importantly... his father. I have never seen him rest, he is always on his feet trying to plan out his next move or trying to keep up to date with the demonic records or his fathers demands. Yes he may have to punish you, but it doesn't mean he wants to. He has to, it's his job as a master. Personally, I think you need to talk with him. Get to know one another much better than you have, try to open him up. You are his slave, he will pay more attention to you than anyone else. He is a big softy if you ask me, under all that toughness he is a demon with a big heart... his heart is just closed right now. It's how he is. Okay?"

Kurt pulled out of the hug and nodded, smiling and thanking Carly quietly. There was so much he wanted to know about Blaine and there was so much he wanted to understand about his new life, but how would he get the answers without messing up.

"Come on, let's get this unpacking finished. Think about what you want to ask me for tonight."

Once Carly had left to go back to Cooper, Kurt waited for Blaine to arrive. He had looked around the large room, browsing through the books from the book shelf in the corner; nothing had interested him. It was all books based on demon law and demon gatherings and boring stuff. He hoped that Blaine had good books back at his place,the old classics that Kurt could read repeatedly for months and months. Kurt held in a yelp when the door was pulled open, his body swung around to look into the eyes of Blaine.

"Hello, I assume everything is unpacked."

"Yes."

"Good...", Blaine looked around the room, lost for words. He wasn't good at this conversational stuff, he had never felt more awkward before. He watched Kurt as he shuffled from foot to foot, biting his lip.

"Why don't we sit down over here?", he motioned towards the two chairs that sat beside a small round table. He made his way over and sat down, waiting for Kurt to do the same. Once seated Blaine decided to try and clear some of the tension.

"Let me ask you a few things, please tell me as much as you can. Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

"No."

"May I ask why? It's confusing to me since you are so beautiful.", Blaine smirked at the blush he received from Kurt at that comment.

"There wasn't many openly gay people around me. Most were either in the closet or were just trying to hid there gayness by taking it out on me."

"Taking it out on you? Did they hurt you?", Blaine clenched his fists onto the arms of the chair, the fabric straining under his finger tips. He hated to hear more of the pain Kurt was put through by people, it seemed that Kurt would be more fragile than he thought.

"Just a few locker slams and slushies. Nothing major...", Kurt bit his lip, not wanting to mention Karofsky.

"You're lying. What are you not telling me?", he stared into the blue and green orbs of Kurt's eyes, his own trying to refrain from getting angry. He could tell he was going to get angry if Kurt continued to lie.

Kurt winced at Blaine's tone, he didn't want to get in trouble. He found it hard to talk about David, especially since it happened by mistake. David had not meant to kiss him, he just was confused and angry. He felt guilty, but if he didn't tell Blaine, he would risk punishment and he didn't think his already hurt butt could handle it.

"There was one guy. He just was the main jock who shoved me or got in my face. I confronted him and he kissed me. He was confused and seeing me walk around open and proud made him angry because he was afraid to do that himself. He threatened me before I left."

"Threatened you how?"

"Please don't make me say it."

"Answer me."

"He threatened to kill me."

Blaine clenched the chair harder, clearing his throat and trying desperately to hold the demon within him from appearing. He breathed in and out for a few minutes, trying to calm his temperature and his body. Once he had calmed down he glanced over at his slave, who was looking down at his feet and had his eyes closed tight and he could see the eyes moving wildly behind the boys eyelids. He leant over, resting a hand on Kurt's neck and leaning closer. He breathed him in, the scent intoxicating. He watched as Kurt's eyes opened and stared into his eyes. He desperately wanted to kiss those soft, pink lips, but he did not want to move too fast. He snapped back into the chair, leaving Kurt startled at the abruptness.

"Kurt, I hope you know that this isn't easy for me. I haven't been close to anyone in a long time and you are breaking down barriers I never thought would break. Everything about you intoxicates me to my core, your smell, your looks, your shyness and that fire in your eyes. I apologise in advance for my behaviour that will be rocky for the first few weeks of this."

Kurt nodded, looking down. He felt the same way, but it was all more than frightening and confusing for him. This new relationship he would build with Blaine is something he has never experience before and watching Blaine struggle did help a little as he didn't feel like the only one.

"I understand."

"Good, we will talk more when we leave my parents manor. I just don't have the time to talk right now, I need to prepare you for dinner and the ball before I can even think about getting to know you better. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes master."

"Good boy. Let's talk basics for tonight's dinner. The dinner will be between myself, my brother and my parents. Slaves are not included, my father's rules. I'm sorry about that. My mother has informed me that she explained the arrangements in terms of how long you stay by my side and what you will do afterwards. She has not explained how you should act, as your master that's my job. Is it clear so far?"

"Yes.", Kurt had forgotten about addressing Blaine properly, but was quickly reprimanded by Blaine.

"Kurt."

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to remember."

"You cannot slip up if I ask you a question, my father will demand you be punished in front of him."

"Yes master, sorry master."

"Good. We will enter the dining room and you shall kneel by my left side. On your knees with your hands clasped on top of your thighs. No talking unless I have spoken to you or my parents or cooper has. You shall call my brother and my father 'Sir', me 'master' and my mother 'ma'am'. You must keep your back straight and your eyes closed. You will leave after the starter meal with Carly and just stay by her side. We will tell you when to leave. Food will be sent up for you two. Understood?"

"Yes master."

"We will also be chatting afterwards... there is something I expect of you, but it can wait until after dinner."

"Excuse me master, but do I need to wear anything in particular?"

"For the dinner, no. For the ball, yes. I have that outfit arriving in the morning, just wear what you are wearing for tonight and please ignore my fathers harsh comments. I can't tell him what to do and no-one can."

"Yes master."

Blaine smiled, leaning over and placing a kiss on Kurt's forehead. The kiss lingering for a minor few seconds until Kurt began to quiver, he leant back out of the kiss and gave a sympathetic look towards him. He left to go into the bathroom for a long shower to cool him down for the dinner and left Kurt for a nap. In the shower he let the spits of water rain down his body, from head to toe. He hoped that tonight's dinner would go smoothly, usually family dinners ended in anger and resentment, more than there had been to begin with. It was usually Cooper and his father going at each others throats, but somehow he figured his mother wouldn't stand for it this time. Last time she had been furious with the both of them and had ranted and raved about it to Blaine. Again he repeated in his mind- Please let tonight go smoothly.

He had taken his place at Blaine's left leg, sitting with his back uncomfortably straight and the balls of his feet digging into his bruised butt. He had seen Carly lower her head and close her eyes, this reminded him to do the same. He kept his eyes shut, but his ears open.

"This is nice. Having the family together, isn't it Everett?"

"Hm."

Everett Anderson clasped his hands upon the table, his eyes glaring into his son Cooper's before smiling over at his wife and murmuring a small 'hm' in reply. His oldest son was dead to him, in his opinion. Choosing a slave over a leadership was ghastly and he was weak. Nonetheless he had promised his wife this dinner would go smoothly, he would have to try. He glanced down at Blaine's feet at Blaine's slave, a bit of a vulnerable twink to him, but obediently sitting properly.

"Blaine, when do you plan to send me the docu-", he was cut off by his wife.

"Everett, no talk of work."

"Yes dear. Blaine, how have things been now that you finally have a slave?"

Blaine gritted his teeth together at the sly comment his father had to add, he rolled his shoulders before staring into his fathers dark eyes. He had gained his fathers looks but his mothers eyes. Cooper had gained his father's eyes but his mothers looks.

"Well father. Well."

"Good, the bitch seems to be obedient. That's a good thing of course."

"Yes father.", he scratched his nails along the fine wood of the chair, earning a tut from his mother. She frowned at him in an apologetic manner for his fathers behaviour. The first course was served and the demons began eating, Kurt continued to stare into his eyelids.

"Cooper, how is the precious life?"

Cooper smirked in a typical fashion, knowing that his father was trying to start a fight. He leant his hand down and caressed Carly's head before lifted it back up. It was typical for his father to start a fight with him and to make conversation with his little brother, but he had gotten used to the resentment. Carly was his number one priority, not his father. He was last in his priorities.

"All is good."

"Hm. Well I guess that's what you get when you settle down for a blonde bimbo.", his father chuckled and took a sip of his wine. Well it was blood infused wine, mainly rich wine though.

"Everett, watch your tongue."

"Of course dear."

Cooper chuckled in return, rolling his eyes at Blaine's worried look. He shakes his head and eats some of his soup. Blaine carefully sipped his own wine, staring down at Kurt who hadn't moved an inch. He smiled. Out of view point he leant his arm down and rubbed the boys cheek, frowned at the coldness. He was so warm earlier, but the room was at a cold temperature to disguise the foods heat.

Everett narrowed his eyes.

"I think it's time for the slaves to leave."

Kurt lifted his head and seen that Carly had opened her eyes and was rising, he followed behind her and quickly left the room. He let out a sigh of relief along with Carly who was rubbing her sore knees. They ran upstairs and into Coopers suite to wait for food.

"That was tense."

"Hey, it has been worse than that! I hope Everett's comments didn't get to you too badly."

Kurt waved a hand to dismiss the worry, he had had worse after all. He was more worried that Carly had gotten the brunt of it, how could someone be so cruel? They may not be demons, but surely they deserved a little respect.

"Did they get to you?", he shuffled around the room, stretching his aching legs.

"No, I'm used to it. I guess that is bad to say, but Everett's comments do not affect me unless they are vile and directed at our sex life. He only does that when he is drunk though."

Kurt shook his head in disbelief, it was clarified... he extremely disliked Everett Anderson. He hoped that Blaine would not be the same way, he had felt Blaine caress him by his feet during the starter meal; the soft touch had been almost enjoyable given the circumstances. Carly carried through a platter of crackers, cheese, fruit and small sandwiches from the door; a servant must have brought them up, thought Kurt. She placed them down in front of them on the glass table and motioned for Kurt to eat.

"Have you thought about what you wanted to ask me?"

"Oh, yes a little."

"Shoot."

"Does the bite marks hurt, on your neck?", Kurt bit his lip and stopped chewing his grape.

"No. Cooper was gentle...it can hurt though, if you tense. It can be pleasurable in the right situation as well. You're scared that Blaine will hurt you, right? Well he won't. Cooper has only ever hurt me once and he didn't mean it, he lost control after a fight with Everett and he hit me. Demons have an impeccable anger when provoked. They become twisted and can't control themselves, Cooper did as soon as he had hit me. He grovelled all night after giving me his blood to clear the wound. Blaine would never hurt you intentionally, if he is angry just leave the room. I find it best to leave a demon to it's temper tantrum."

"You basically answered every question..."

"Oops, sorry.", the two giggled at each other repeatedly for the next hour until Kurt had to leave once Cooper had came back. Cooper had ruffled his hair which he widely protested at and then had kissed him on the head. It was an unusual gesture, considering they had only met today. Kurt could at least say he had a couple of people to talk to. Blaine had took Kurt back to the room, he had looked awfully aggravated. Nonetheless he had trailed behind him following and mimicking his every move. It was safe to say he enjoyed Carly's company.

Blaine took in a deep breath as he pulled his shirt off, the cool air prickling his exposed chest. He could have groaned at the small intake of breath that came from Kurt upon seeing his chest, but Blaine was too busy trying to figure a way to get the boy to let him feed. This would be tricky considering Ash had said he had protested at first.

"Kurt...come sit here with me."

He watched as his cute slave wandered along to the bed and sat beside Blaine, who's chest was still open. Kurt had blushed upon seeing Blaine's muscled chest, his broad shoulders looked attractive with his body; Kurt was quick to shake the thoughts from his head.

"Now, I know that Ash had explained this and I did as well when I was explaining your rules. As you know, I require blood to live. I have been living on blood donors for most of my life and now that I have a slave, I feed from the slave and that is you."

Kurt shook his head and stood up, clutching his head in his hands and pacing. This was what he was afraid of, he had only been in Blaine's life for two days and already he wanted to suck his blood. The thought of it made him queasy and uneasy, the thought of anyone piercing through his skin and sucking his insides out made him shiver in fright.

"Kurt Stop. Come here."

Blaine almost growled when Kurt shook his head, he wasn't used to people disobeying him and he wasn't going to let Kurt get away with everything. He did understand his slaves nervousness and fright, they had only just met after all. He stood up and walked over to Kurt, wrapping him in a hug and whispering in his ear softly.

"I promise you, I will go slow and I won't hurt you. I won't bite your neck for the first time, I'll go for your shoulder."

He pulled him towards the bed, pulling the small fragile slave into his lap and wrapping his arms around his waist. He would wait, but his hunger was eating away at him. He needed to taste the AB human, his body yearned for it's sweet taste. He whispered sweet nothings into the shivering boys ear, kissing his neck and slowly nipping, hoping to get Kurt used to the feeling. His carnivorous canines sharpened and grazed against Kurt's neck.

Kurt had sat on Blaine's lap, he could not stop his shivering frame. He was scared, he felt uncomfortable. He listened to his masters sharp intakes of breath and he sniffed at his neck and whispered in his ear. It was comforting, but it did not mask the ragged breath along with it. Blaine may need this, but Kurt could not help the tears that streamed down his face. He whimpered as the sharp canines belonging to the demon grazed along his neck and along his shoulder.

Blaine bit down.