Chapter 46

You can't fuck this up Kurt. One wrong move and its insta-assault. Just… act like you would with Blaine. Only more respectful… okay scrap that. All you need to do is shut up, sit down and do what you're told.

God what if he wants to have sex? … Okay, he obviously thinks you've been abused so just play along. Tell him Blaine forced himself on you if he asks, maybe he'll lay off.

With one last mental plea to Blaine for forgiveness, Kurt took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry Sir." He murmured, careful not to look Dave in the eye. "It's just… a lot to take in." he allowed himself to relax into the chest below him as Dave's arms tightened.

"It's okay babe. Come on, let get you inside. No offense but you smell horrible." Dave chucked. Kurt gingerly lifted an arm to sniff his armpit, cringing at his own odour.

"I'm sorry Sir, I-" he was cut off by Dave kissing him. He sighed into the kiss and opened his mouth obediently. The jock took a few minutes to slowly explore his mouth, mapping out the unknown territory, before pulling away and smiling gently.

"Relax." He insisted. Kurt smiled back hesitantly before Dave popped the door open and helped him down off his lap. He followed closely behind Dave as they walked up to his front door. Dave gave him a quick tour of the small place, the porcelain boy expertly hiding his horror when he saw there was only one bedroom.

"Bathroom's through there. Towels are under the sink." Dave finished, kissing Kurt on the forehead before walking away.

The water was far hotter than Kurt usually liked it, almost at the point of pain as he scrubbed down his body fiercely. He wanted to remove the grime of the last days, feeling as if the filth there was still clinging to him even as he rubbed himself raw. When the hot water started to run out, he washed his hair quickly, doing his best not to cringe at the dollar store brand shampoo.

The memory hit Kurt by surprise, so he wasn't expecting the tears that sprung up.

"Boo."

Kurt shrieked and spun, almost falling on the slick shower floor before Blaine caught his arm.

"Sweet gaga Master, don't do that!" he insisted, laying a hand on his racing heart. Blaine just grinned unapologetically and pushed the curtain back further; slipping in before Kurt could complain about the cold breeze.

"You know you love it." He teased, wrapping his arms lightly around Kurt's waist as the latter tipped his head back to rinse out the conditioner in his hair.

"Oh yes, I just love heart attacks." He commented snidely. Blaine simply chuckled and began kissing his neck, one of his hands going up to massage his scalp. Kurt hummed in content, melting into his Master's embrace.

"There's my good boy." Blaine cooed affectionately, smiling against Kurt's skin. His hand moved from his waist to trail over his ass lightly, pausing to ghost a finger over his, still sore from the previous night, entrance. Kurt gasped and bucked back into his hand, managing to throw them both off balance. The two went tumbling to the stone ground, groaning in complaint for a few seconds before laughing at the utter ridiculousness of it all.

Kurt got a mischievous look in his eye. He reached over to the wall and, covering the spout with his thumb, turned one of the circles until it was pointed at Blaine.

"Don't you dare." Blaine warned, grinning. Kurt smirked and moved his hand. Blaine was instantly hit with a face full of water, spluttering and moving out of the way, only to clamber out of the shower, reach in, and turn the temperature ice cold. Kurt shrieked and chased him out of the bathroom.

Kurt felt the tears streaking down his face before he heard himself sobbing. He reached up the grip his collar, praying that Blaine would forgive him. What where the last words he'd even said to his Master? Had he reminded him how much he loved him? How amazing his life was with him in it?

Knowing that he probably wouldn't have time alone like this for a long while, Kurt let himself cry. He cried for Blaine, for his family and friends. For the life he had lost. The water had long since run cold when he finally cried himself out. Lifting the main pendant of his collar, he pressed his lips to Blaine's engraved name.

"I'll get back to you somehow." He promised in a hushed whisper, hoping that what he said could be true.

He didn't know how they'd gotten there, but fresh clothes were waiting for him as he stepped out of the shower gingerly. He found the battered looking towels and dried off quickly, more than a little upset about not being able to moisturize or style his hair.

Priorities Kurt he reminded himself.

The clothes were clearly Dave's; old Titans sweatpants with a few holes in the legs, and a battered looking football jersey that he must have outgrown. There was no underwear, so he threw on the clothes, again reminding himself that his looks didn't matter at this point.

The material felt scratchy on his skin as he splashed water on his face, trying to erase the signs that he'd been crying. When he checked again, he still had the same puffy, bloodshot eyes. Hoping dave would just brush it off as an effect of his earlier sob fest, he heaved one last sigh before turning the doorknob.

Time to face the beast.