"You know your rules. We went over them. I expect you to follow them Kurt or you could end up either injured or even worse." Blaine fixed his suit. He wore a pair of black dress pants, white shirt, black tie and a black tight fitted blazer. His formal outfit. When noticing Kurt's confusion about the 'worse' part, Blaine sighed and said the simple word- "Dead".

"Oh! I understand Master."

Kurt had been given an outfit that coordinated with Blaine's; a black shirt that hugged his frame, with sleeves that stopped a few inches after the shoulder and a pair of designer skin, tight jeans. It was a 'show off' outfit as Blaine had put it, an outfit to make people stare and recognise that Kurt was owned. The material of each clothing item surprised Kurt upon sliding the material over his skin, it was soft and it made him feel like a prince.

"There is one more thing that is essential for you to wear."

Kurt eyed Blaine's movements as he walked towards the small gold box that he had left out on the bedside table, he had been curious as to what lay within the box when Blaine had entered with it earlier. He walked towards Kurt and motioned for him to kneel at his feet. Once in a comfortable kneeling position, he watched as Blaine got within eye level with him and opened the box. Kurt's eyes widened, there, sitting in a black velvet material was a pale blue collar with 'Blaine Anderson' inscribed in a deep grey colour displayed on the front. It was breathtakingly beautiful, not his usual style, but acceptable all the same.

"I wanted it to match your eyes. I ordered Ash to purchase it the night I bought you...",Blaine paused to take a breath after speaking unusually fast, "Do you like it?"

Kurt ran his hand along the collar, using his index finger to trace the letters of his masters name; each syllable playing around in his mind. The collar was perfect, even if it was a symbol of possession, he wouldn't mind wearing it though. The corners of his mouth twitched at the thought of Blaine stressing to find the perfect collar to suit his eyes. A blush crept upon him before he could stop it.

"Yes, yes I do. Very much so. It's beautiful, you have good taste."

"Of course I do, Beautiful items to match a beautiful boy.", He lifted the collar from the box, unbuckling it's silver buckle at the back. He carefully directed it around Kurt's neck, watching as it curved around his slaves neck. He buckled it, making sure it wasn't too tight, or too loose. The colour matched him beautifully, his eyes looking bigger along with the collar.

Blaine leant down, his face inches away from his slaves. His breath was hot and minty against Kurt's now red face. His lips, so close to Kurt's; the breath tickling Kurt's face and making him clench his fists by his sides. God. He wanted to kiss him, he wanted to claim his lips in a possessive yet tender kiss against his soft, pink lips. He resisted the urge to growl upon leaning further into Kurt, his lips brushing against his. Suddenly, the door sounded with a large, hollow knock upon the wood. Blaine pulled back instantly and cursed to himself. Saved by the door knock. Unfortunately. He sighed in frustration upon opening the door, revealing Ash notifying him that it was time for the ball.

"Come Kurt. Let the long night begin."

Kurt sighed, he had been so close to kissing him. So close.

The ball room was buzzing, demons littering the hall with their slaves in tow with collars and degrading outfits; Kurt was glad his outfit was decent and that his master had a good taste because those outfits were ghastly. He had gotten a few glares and stares from various demons, as did Blaine, but they looked away in fright whenever Blaine met their eyes in warning, emitting a growl for emphasis.

Blaine scanned the room, looking for Sebastian or anyone threatening, his mother and father would announce Kurt as Blaine's slave in a few minutes and he wanted to avoid trouble beforehand. He glanced to Kurt, who clung desperately to his arm, clearly worried and scared. His head shot up upon hearing his fathers dominating voice from the stairwell, all demons attentions were caught, while slaves kept their heads down; not wanting to show up their masters with bad slave manners, especially not at an event such as this.

"Welcome my friends. We are glad that you could make the ball this fine evening, myself and Liliana hope you enjoy the free beverages and entertainment.", Everett's eyes found Blaine's, nodding slightly before burning his attention back towards the crowd.

"There is also an announcement to make. As you may know, one of my sons, Blaine Anderson, the lord of Demonic had been slave-less for quite some time now. This has caused an uproar within demon society and my son is deeply apologetic with this matter. Being a lord has it's disadvantages, I will not give you an excuse as that would be somewhat mocking of our society and in real honesty there is no excuse."

The room turned their devilish stares towards Blaine, shaking their heads in disgust at their lord. Blaine glared up at his father before pulling Kurt closer to his side, shielding him from the scrutinizing stares of the demons. They turned back towards Everett and paid attention, not expecting what they were about to hear.

"That is not the case any longer. He has purchased a slave to his own accord, whom is standing next to him. We would like to publicly congratulate our son and wish him all the best. Please raise your glasses to Lord Blaine.", a synchronised welcoming tone erupted within the room.

"TO LORD BLAINE!"

Everett stood down and lead Liliana down the steps. The room now applauding Blaine and nodding their heads, finally accepting him. He was no longer seen as weak, thanks to Kurt. Once the atmosphere had returned to equilibrium, Blaine lead Kurt over the floor to Nick and Jeff but not before gaining a few pats on the back. He smirked in triumph of his leadership being restored.

"Well that went better than I expected", Nick joked, causing a chuckle on Blaine's part.

"My sentiments exactly.", Blaine pulled Kurt close to him and followed Nick to the outside hall. They walked down the hall till they were stood outside an oak door with the word 'Private' written on a gold plaque.

"Listen carefully. Both of you. Follow your rules, don't leave this room until either of us or my mother come to collect you. There is a bathroom and food inside. Kurt, look at me", Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes before pulling him close to him and whispering in his ear.

"Stay here, don't let Jeff cause too much mischief."

"Yes master."

With that the slaves were nudged into the room. The room had two large sofas, a large tv, mini fridge, bean bags and a bathroom in the corner. The room was a dark shade of green for the walls and a dark shade of wood for the floor, somewhat like a mini movie theatre. It relaxed Kurt and he would happily sit in here for a while, it would give him an escape from the buzz and uneasy feeling of being around demons. Nick and Blaine kisses their slaves heads and left to join the ball.

A few minutes after having the room to themselves, both boys found themselves camped out on the sofa with fluffy blankets and a bowl of popcorn while watching a movie. Kurt had no idea what the movie was called and he had never seen it, but he took Jeff's word for it that it was worth watching. The popcorn crackled in his mouth as he took a bite, it was salted and usually that wasn't his choice, he was more of a sweet person, but it was tolerable for now.

"So... where you from?"

"Ohio. Yourself?"

"New Jersey."

"Cool. Damn! I could go a glass of warm milk."

"I love warm milk! I have it every night before-", Jeff was cut off by Kurt.

"Bed!"

They burst into a fit of giggles, at least they had found one thing they had in common; the love of warm milk before bed. It comforted Kurt knowing he had something in common with his masters best friend's slave.

"Want to get some from the kitchens?"

"Wont we get in a lot of trouble? I don't really want to make Blaine angry.", Kurt bit his lip, so many people had spoken of Blaine's anger, he didn't want to be the one to trigger it.

"I promise we will be quick. In and out. We will come straight back here and no one will ever find out."

Kurt frowned, he didn't want to anger Blaine, but he didn't want to look like a wimp in front of the oh so mischievous and brave Jeff; Kurt was all about making good first impressions. Surely it wouldn't hurt to go to the kitchens and back, he really missed having a glass of mildly hot milk to calm him during the night. Plus, they wouldn't be in any danger, all the demons were in the ball room.

"Okay, but quickly. My ass still hurts already and I don't fancy being punished so soon.", Kurt lifted his finger to hush Jeff, "Don't ask.", Kurt smirked at Jeff's cheeky grin as he pulled him out of the room and down the hallway to the kitchens.

Blaine stood among familiar demons from demonic, all sucking up like obedient dogs. He rolled his eyes as two of them returned to hand him two kinds of beverages. In the end he drank them, not wanted to be rude and build another conflict within his community. All he could think about was Kurt and if he was okay with Jeff.

"He is fine. He is with Jeff.", Nick frowned and then added- "At least I think that's a good thing."

"I will check on him soon."

"Blaine, it has been a quarter of an hour. They are fine. What mischeif can they get up to in fifteen minutes?", Nick lay a hand on Blaine's shoulder, continuing his speech of reassurance. "I know you are worried, it's natural after buying a slave for the first time. Hell, I was running around ragged to make sure Jeff was coping with everything or if he wanted anything. Kurt doesn't seem like the type to cause you trouble intentionally. Please try to enjoy tonight. Go and mingle, go see Cooper, go for a smoke to calm your nerves... just relax. If it helps, send Ash to check up on them in an hour. It will be okay."

Blaine sighed, nodding at Nick. "That is why you are my best friend.", Nick always knew how to make him feel better. He had been there for him since he was young, he was glad to have a best friend like him. He stalked to find Cooper. He would find Ash later. At least for now, Sebastian was nowhere in sight.

"Well, if it isn't the great lord Anderson's twink, oh and little Nicky's too!", Sebastian snickered mockingly. A quiet Riley trailing behind with a sad expression etched upon his face, looking at Jeff and Kurt apologetically and in warning.

Kurt jumped at the judgemental tone, Jeff pushing Kurt behind him. They had drank their milk and were heading back to their private room. Jeff glared at Sebastian, knowing from past experience what he could be like, he didn't want Kurt to be influenced by the demons manipulative streak. He looked at Riley who was giving him a look of sadness, that boy was always sad and no wonder with a demon like Sebastian as a master. It must be torture.

"Lord Smythe, It's a pleasure to see you again sir.", Jeff bowed his head with a false smile appearing on his face. He wouldn't give this guy the time of day if he could.

"So polite. Nick has you trained well, you could of course be a little more enthusiastic Jeffrey.", Sebastian circled them, his eyes set firmly on Kurt's body. His stare was intimidating and angry looking, almost as if he hated Kurt's very existence. Which he did in a way. He was more hateful towards Blaine than Kurt.

"So twink, what's your name?", Sebastian stopped in front of Kurt, well in front of Jeff to begin with, but he had nudged him to the side with a shove of one hand. He smirked as Kurt gulped, trying to gather up the courage to speak.

"Kurt, sir."

"Hmm... your name is as gay as you look."

"And Sebastian isn't?", Jeff retorted, gasping after realising his mistake. He always did this, he spoke his thoughts aloud and in front of a psycho as well.

"I'd watch your tongue Jeffrey or I'll do good work of cutting it out for you.", Sebastian grasped Jeff by the neck, smirking devilishly as he brought his hands to claw at his own to help him breathe.

"Stop! Please stop!"

Sebastian clenched a little harder before releasing the slave, who fell to the floor gasping for breath as bruises were already forming around his neck; purple like and forceful. Demons were strong for sure.

"Oh okay then! Since you said please.", Sebastian smirked, he reminded Kurt of a sly fox mixed with a meerkat. He advanced on Kurt, pushing him against the wall harshly and bringing a hand up to stroke his neck as he licked his lips.

"Please let us go, leave us alone."

"Bold, I'll give you that, but very stupid! Haven't you been told by your master to never speak back to a demon? Let alone me. Oh wait, of course not because your master is an amateur!"

Kurt whimpered, trying to push Sebastian off of him. He glanced down to Jeff who was still gasping and heaving from the forceful hold Sebastian had had on his neck. Sebastian's slave was nowhere to be seen.

Riley made his way through the ball room, frantically searching for any sign of Nick or Blaine. He loved his master, but what he was doing was just revenge, it was unfair and cruel. Hell, he would be punished horribly for snitching on him, but he couldn't let him do this; not only would it put him in danger, it would put himself at the risk of being taken away from his master. His eyes scanned more and more until his eyes landed on Blaine who was stood next to Nick which was convenient considering both of their slaves were in danger. He ran through the crowd, being careful not to bump into any demons and risking himself getting killed. He ran full force into Blaine who caught him by the arms to steady him.

"What the hell!?", Blaine steadied the body before staring in shock at Sebastian's slave. "Riley? Hey, Hey, calm down.", he said as Riley babbled nonsense words of gibberish.

"Sir...your slave and yours...", he pointed to Nick and both demons tensed.

"What happened!?"

"Master...Your slaves. Help!"

"Where!? Show us, now Riley!"

Riley pulled both demons, rushing along the hallways. Sebastian would probably punish him to the ends of the earth for this, but he couldn't let him hurt innocent slaves because he hated one of their masters. He was to care for Sebastian's needs and this was him doing so, saving him from execution for killing the lord of Demonic's slave. A highly respectable one at that. He hoped they got there in time to save them before they were goners.