"I've been looking for a way to get back at Blaine, killing you would be too easy. What should I do with you?"

Sebastian's head shot up upon hearing frantic, apparently running footsteps, the sound of fresh, clicking shoes made from the finest of materials. This had made the demon realise that Riley was missing. He snarled, releasing Kurt from the tight gripping hold. He fell to the floor in a heap along with Jeff, who was still recovering from his own rough treatment.

"Well twink, so lovely to meet you. Until next time."

Sebastian scurried away, seething with anger towards his slave, just as Blaine alongside Nick and Riley made their way around the corner at the end of the hallway. Jeff winced as he sat up, cringing upon seeing his master. Nick at a careful speed ran to Jeff and pulled the delicate slave into his arms – to which he growled as he saw the marks that would turn to bruises soon after. Blaine stared at Kurt who appeared to be resting his body against the wall as he shivered uncontrollably, the anger Blaine had made him grab Riley by the arms and lifting him slightly off the ground.

"Tell your master that I will be seeing him shortly. Also, tell him to stay the fuck away from my slave in future or I will not only rip you apart limb to limb, but he will receive the same treatment, maybe even more so – got it!?"

Riley nodded his head in fright before running off in search of Sebastian. In the distance he could hear Nick asking Kurt if he was hurt, this made Blaine's anger disappear to be replaced by worry as he ran towards his slave and pulled him into his embrace.

"Jeff, what happened?" Nick's tone was warning which meant no lying and Jeff was in no way prepared to suffer any more than he was already going to.

"Sebastian came out of nowhere. He taunted myself and Kurt, he called him a few names and I said something I shouldn't have to defend Kurt. He saved me, but…" Jeff paused to glance in Kurt's direction who was clinging for dear life onto Blaine.

"But!?" Blaine prompted, desperately needing to know if Kurt was okay.

"I…I didn't see what he did, I just looked up and he had him against the wall. He said something to Kurt about you sir. He dropped him when he heard you coming and ran off."

Blaine nodded, looking at the bruises on Jeff's neck. He frowned harshly before pulling away from Kurt to look him in the eyes.

"Kurt, did he harm you?"

"N…no. He just pushed me against the wall, he said I was stupid to try and save Jeff and it was because you were an amateur. He said 'until next time' before he left. I'm sorry." He resisted the urge to growl, holding Kurt close to his chest, not wanting to scare the poor boy. There was still one unanswered question, but before he could ask it, Nick had beaten him to it.

"Why did you leave the room?" Nick stared deep into both of their eyes.

"We wanted…warm milk. We got it and we were heading back, no one was around till Sebastian showed up. I'm sorry master." Whimpering into the chest of Nick, Jeff let the tears slide down his face.

"It's okay Jeff, you will be punished once your neck in fully healed. Come, lets have you feed from me."

Nick hoisted the pliant Jeff into his arms, strong for such a small person, but then again Blaine was pretty small also and Kurt knew he was strong also. He waved to Blaine and stroked Kurt's head as a goodbye and reassurance. Blaine who had been staring into his slaves' eyes most of the time, frowned. Usually a master was expected to immediately punish their slave for disobeying, but Kurt had not meant to cause trouble and was most likely encouraged by Jeff. He needed to know that before he made his decision.

"Kurt. Look at me."

Once he had Kurt's attention he continued.

"Whose idea was it to go for the milk?"

"It was Jeff's, he said we would be back soon and we wouldn't be seen or heard."

"Good. Let's get you to bed."

Carefully, he cradled Kurt up the flight of stairs, carrying him bridal style, enjoying the feeling of the body against his own – he could get used to holding him. He was warm and it comforted Blaine's slightly colder skin, humans had a much warmer body temperature compared to the creatures such as demons and vampires, wolfs were naturally warm, but even more so that humans. The world was one kaleidoscope of temperature. He could not even begin to describe how glad he was to know that Kurt was safe, Sebastian would never harm him again and he would not step close to him ever again. Never any contact could be made or he would not be able to stop himself from killing him. Sebastian must have been not been thinking, as the stunt he pulled was one of the most dangerous within demon territory, especially to do something like this to a Lords slave. An Anderson's slave for that matter. Something about having a slave made Blaine feel protective and more so possessive as it is his property. His slave. His. Mine. Kurt was his and that was that, no one could hurt him, no one could punish him, only he could do that. Blaine was pulled from his thoughts to the sound of Kurt's small and pathetic voice, clearly afraid.

"You're not going to punish me?"

"No. No I am not. It was not your idea, you did not mean to break a rule…although I guess your punishment can be an early bedtime."

Kurt half smiled, clinging to Blaine with his arms around his leg. Blaine was oddly warm and cuddly, he did not want him to go back to the ballroom. Once inside Blaine's suite, he had been ordered to get into his nightwear, cleanse himself and brush his teeth. Once finished, he padded back out into the room, his feet cosy within the fluffy socks Blaine had given him to see him motioning for him to get into bed and under the sheets.

"Can you stay with me?" Kurt said as he hid his face behind the quilt that had been draped over him. Blaine smiling in adoration, "If I could I would, but, duty calls."

Once Kurt was fully under the duvet, Blaine leant down to kiss his forehead, lingering for a few seconds – smelling the sweet and pure scent his slave had. Kurt had only been his slave for a few days and he was already beginning to mean the world to him. He fit Blaine perfectly, like himself and whisky, an odd example, but true. Kurt snuggled into the warmth radiating from the bed, Blaine took this as his time to leave. He quietly moved across the room to switch the lights off and shut the door on his way out.

"Here we go again Blaine…" he said as he made his way back downstairs to endure a few more hours. He heard the voices and movement increase as he neared the ballroom once more.

Kurt stirred in the early hours of the morning to find himself snuggled into a warm, bare chest belonging to Blaine. Kurt stared into the slightly haired chest, reaching his hand up, he wanted to touch, but decided against it. To him, Blaine appeared much more peaceful in his sleep than he did awake. It was comforting to see him this way, as he sometimes could be intimidating and it let Kurt know that he had signs of vulnerability like himself. He studied the frame of his face, how the jaw appeared strong as it curved up and dipped in slightly around the cheekbone, how the lips appeared plump and big, how the nose was wide when he breathed out to eventually how long the demons eyelashes appeared when the eyes were shut. He was gorgeous, like a picture that had been painted without any imperfections. He was a sight to see. Kurt tried to extract himself from the demons embrace, but was pulled back. Kurt tried to suppress the giggle that was threatening to erupt, but failed. This earned a deep chuckle from the demon, who growled afterwards and pulled the boy even closer to him, so that he could sniff him. He nuzzled his nose into his hair and inhaled the sweet, intoxicating scent.

"And where do you think you are going?" Blaine said teasingly.

"Nowhere."

"Hmm…I believe that."

He began running his fingers down Kurt's sides, delicately, which made the boy squirm and laugh while trying to escape from the dancing fingers. The two of them laughed hysterically, in the end Blaine had ended up on top of Kurt, staring at him in an utmost adoration. He raised his hand which came to move a strand of hair which had fallen onto his face, to eventually rest on his cheek and neck.

"You are so beautiful."

There was a long pause, the master and slave did not say a word, you could hear a pin drop. They both stared into each other's eyes for what seemed a lifetime, hazel eyes could not be drawn from the green and blue ones. Kurt blinked up at his master, never in a million years would he have thought he would be bought by someone like Blaine: kind but could be an asshole, calm but angry, tolerating but strict. Blaine was so confusing, but he had a sense of caring and protectiveness towards him and for that he was grateful.

Blaine had desperately wanted to kiss him, but he feared it was too soon and not in the right setting, he was in his parent's manor for crying out loud. It seemed wrong and Kurt had already had everything taken away from him, which steal something a meaningful as a kiss in such an unwelcoming place. Regardless, god, he wanted to kiss those lips and take the boy to extreme heights of pleasure and also to please himself of course, demons were selfish. He pulled away, noticing the disappointed look that Kurt sported. Did Kurt want it too?

"Come. Let's get you some food. Ash will pack our things, I want to get out of here as soon as possible." Blaine had planned to stay longer, but his father was not in the best of moods the last time he laid eyes upon him and he knew that Cooper was leaving after breakfast.

"Okay master."

"My good boy." 

Liliana had frowned upon hearing her sons announce their departures before breakfast. She felt like she never saw them any more, it was of course all her husband's fault that they did not feel welcome any more, especially Cooper. She could never understand Everett, but she loved him regardless of his sometimes bipolar traits. He was her sweetheart, always protecting her and giving her two beautiful boys. It upset her that he only favoured one of them, he used to favour both. She was happy for Cooper, he was settling down and he loved Carly…why couldn't Everett accept that? She had. He would have no sons soon. Blaine wasn't like Everett in any way, even though he just got a slave, he would not treat Kurt like a dog. Sure Blaine had mostly the looks of Everett, but he only took a few personality traits from his father, not many. To say she was glad of this would be a big understatement, she loved Everett, but he was not the nicest person to come across.

"The ball created a good party in favour of you Blaine. They followed you around like dogs!" Everett grinned at his son, he had ignored Cooper and the two slaves' existence for most of the breakfast so far.

"Yes it did, father." Blaine forced himself to smile, not wanting to trigger a fight about respecting your elders. Kurt had been through enough drama already, he did not want to add another spat into his memory of the Anderson manor.

"Your mother had informed me that you will be leaving after breakfast. May I ask why?"

"I want to return to my own comforts, father. Plus, my slave has experienced his new life too fast and I would like him to rest in his future home rather than being here, when he has only just been bought by me." He gritted his teeth, waiting for a crude comeback.

"Psst. That's-"

"Everett. He is perfectly right in his decision." Liliana reprimanded her husband. Blaine was correct, Kurt was thrown into the lifestyle and deserved a break. Everett nodded before tucking into his breakfast which had been poured in blood as syrup. Disgusting really…revolting. That was of course well in the describing of Everett Anderson.

"Very well. What shall you be doing when you return to Demonic?"

"Relaxing with a strong glass of whisky."

"That's my boy!"

Blaine smirked, it was rare to get such a welcoming pride from his father. In all honesty he was not telling a lie, he was for arriving back home for a whisky and relaxation time. He had to admit, he mainly wanted to go home so he could get to know Kurt a little better, they had hardly spoken personally and he was aching to kiss those soft, plump lips. Kurt was a beautiful creature indeed, better than Blaine could have ever imagined. It was a dream come true to have such a breathtakingly, gorgeous slave.

"Home sweet home!" Ash exclaimed. She had been fairly desperate herself to leave the Anderson manor, like Blaine, she often felt uneasy under the wandering eye of Everett Anderson. A chill ran down her spine at the thought of the elder.

"Finally. Ash, take the night off." Blaine turned himself to see the rest of the staff, from the cook, to the cleaners and extra servants.

"One of you, get me a strong whisky. You know my favourite. And for my slave…Kurt?"

"Oh…sparkling water?" Kurt bit his lip, it was his favourite kind of water and he sort of felt out of place to ask for it, given the fact that Blaine was ordering servants to do the work. After all, they were much like him, except they do not have to feed a demon with their blood.

"Flavoured? Any food? You have not ate much."

"Peach flavoured, that's if it's available. May I have a banana?"

"Of course. You heard him, GO!" The servants scampered off, not wanting to aggravate the lord.

"Let us depart from here to the bedroom. I want you to unpack everything, you will maybe settle in faster that way, knowing your belongings are put away."

Kurt nodded slowly, that sounded good, he felt like a traveller having all his belongings still packed away – almost like he was couch surfing. He followed Blaine down the spiral stairs to Blaine's rooms…their rooms. Entering was another eye opener as he felt like he had never really took time to analyse the room he had slept in the first night he arrived. It was unusual to see it again, weird, but of course wonderful. He unzipped his case and flipped it open to reveal the contents, pulling them out to place them on the bed besides Blaine, who was perched on the side of the bed watching his every move. He placed the duffle with his personal items by the bed on the table, he had not seen it since before he left. He was still yet to grow accustomed to his new home, after all, it was him home now – Lima, Ohio was his home no longer. A distant memory is what it felt like.

"I have two wardrobe spaces and an a few empty drawers by the bed. It should be enough?"

"Of course. Thank you Blaine." Kurt had shocked himself, he had just addressed him as something other than 'master'. Frightfully he raised his head to stare at Blaine.

Blaine had raised his eyes in shock, it had been the first time Kurt had addressed him by his real name, and it was not against the rules. His name against Kurt's lips sounded right, like he was meant to say that name. Shaking off his awe, he quickly made sure to reassure the slave that he had not done anything wrong.

"You're welcome…Kurt. Do not be alarmed, it is not in your rules that you cannot call me by my first name, just outside of this premises you have to address me differently."

Kurt visibly relaxed, his shoulders relaxing back to their small hunch. He smiled and began to transfer his things from the case to the storage spaces, it would all fit, it was a generous space, but he couldn't expect anything less from someone so high in the demon society – his house was practically a palace fit for a king. Well…lord in this manner. He felt that he would find it difficult to relax in such a big place, his past house had of course been a normal suburban house in Lima for crying out loud, it was nothing compared to this. Nothing could be as extravagant as this, he was even stunned by how gorgeous everyone looked for the short time he was at the ball, beautiful gowns and suits everywhere. It was really stunning.

"So…Kurt. What were your ambitions? Did you have any?" The use of the words 'were' and 'have' and 'did you?' indicated that slaves do not get jobs, their jobs were to care for their masters and mistresses.

"Oh! I wanted to be on broadway, doing theatre productions and generally just being in show business. I also would have liked to pursue something in fashion."

"Dream big, as people say. I'm sorry that it's not really a possibility any more, if I could change things I would, but I cannot." Blaine smiled apologetically. It was an unfair system, but it was the law. To tamper with laws was punishable by death nowadays. Frankly, he was not going to bargain his life, it may be hectic, but he wanted it. He had to stay alive for Cooper, he needed someone to back him up, he may be the older brother, but Blaine was much stronger mentally when it came to unwanted conflict - particularly from their father.

"How old are you?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm twenty-four. I turn twenty-five soon though. Older than you of course."

"Yes it is."

"I stop ageing once I turn thirty."

"What? You stop ageing? How is that even possible?"

"Are you seriously asking that question? You are in demon territory and you are asking that." He smirked as his slave chuckled, it was true enough, what was he asking that question in the first place?

"I guess you are right, lucky you though."

"Yeah, at least I will not look old and wrinkly."

"I guess that answers my question as to why your parents looked so young."

"I see."

Kurt breathed in and out, he was nearly finished unpacking and for that he was grateful, a part of him just wanted to talk some more with Blaine and get to know him. He wanted to know more about the man he felt he knew so little about and plus, he was sick of talking about himself, there wasn't much to tell. He was a boy who went to school like every other kid, was in a glee club, was bullied and was taken away to be bought by a complete stranger who happens to be a demon. Not a particularly exciting life so far.

"Did you grow up here?"

"Yes. Well, here and Westerville. Back and forth if I'm honest." Blaine sniffed, not wanting to be very specific about his living arrangements growing up. Let's just say, Blaine did not favour talking about his life as it wasn't his favourite thing to mention in any detail whatsoever.

"Were you destined for the role of lord?"

"Actually, no. Not to begin with. Cooper was in line, but he turned it down to be with Carly. Father practically disowned him and thinking he was doing it in spite, pronounced me as Lord of Demonic in front of Cooper, it was clear he did not really care though. I had no choice, I was seventeen. Your age actually." Blaine sipped his whisky gingerly. He wasn't particularly enthusiastic when explaining his life, it was not the most cheerful affair.

"Were you nervous?" Kurt asked after taking a sip of his sparkling peach water. He wanted to know more about Blaine, rather than the other way around.

"Of course. I had no experience, I was young and naïve. I was required to mature vastly at a young age, in order to rule this place properly and gain respect."

"I know what that feels like."

Kurt watched as Blaine sat his drink on the table and gave him a look of interest. He motioned for Kurt to continue as he raised a hand and waved it a little. Blaine was interested in this boys past, he has heard a little, but not by his own interest, by Cooper's at the Anderson manor.

"Well, since my mother died, my father found it hard to do things that she did, every time he attempted them…he failed. I was around eight when she passed, I began to study cook books, how to clean the house and in general, care for my father. I wanted to make it easier for him, so that he could focus on grieving and getting his work back up and running." Kurt shrugged. To him it had been no big deal, it was required of him.

"I never had friends, I was not seen as a kid similar to every other kid. My dad was my best friend and always will be."

Kurt missed his dad, his best friend. It had only been around a week and a half, but he missed him already, very much so. He was glad his relationship was his dad was nothing like Blaine and Cooper's with their father. It was pure poison and hatred. A man living off of his sons scraps was how he saw it. Blaine was his pawn.

"Your father sounds like a great man, I would love to meet him."

Kurt raised his eyes, he chose not to say anything, but could Blaine possibly allow him to see his family once again? Kurt sighed, he didn't want to get his hopes up, to then hear that he was never going to be able to because of some laws or something similar. He missed his dad completely, he missed Carol, he missed Finn and he missed his friends in the glee club. Maybe one day he would see them again. He looked back up to Blaine, who was staring at him with intense hazel and golden eyes, the swarm of colours danced around his pupils. Kurt whined. In shock he gasped and covered his mouth while Blaine's eyes turned wide and almost amused.

"-M sorry."

"It's fine, I often have that effect on people." He said with a smirk to which Kurt half smiled at. As to what Kurt had whined about, Blaine was clueless, but surely it was a good sign? The whine had somehow triggered Blaine's mind into a frenzy of lust, but he held his composure well. He wanted to ravish the boy! Within his thoughts, he groaned. This is going to be interesting.