Chapter 48

They drove for hours, Kurt slouching down in his seat and pulling Dave's baseball cap over his face to avoid being recognised.

"But what if someone in the store sees me?" he asked.

"We're far enough out that no one will know you off hand. don't worry, you won't get taken back to him." Dave assured. Kurt smiled falsely.

"Thank goodness for that." He murmured.

The pair tried on clothes for nearly three hours, Kurt finally laughing in what felt like forever as he sweet talked Dave into trying on the most ridiculous things.

They finally brought everything up to the register, but when Dave went to pull out his wallet, he cursed.

"I forgot my wallet in the car." He grumbled at his own stupidity. He looked over at Kurt appraisingly for a moment. "Can I trust you to stay here while I get it?" he asked dubiously. Kurt just smiled.

"Of course Sir." He assured. Dave eyed him for a few more moments before nodding and jogging out the door.

You know how in cartoons a little devil and angel will appear on someone's shoulders when they try to make a hard decision? The two voices, each telling you to do something different, but never able to force you into the choice? They make each option sound like it's the best, only pointing out the good parts, while their opponent tries to tear down their argument. This was essentially what happened to Kurt in the moments it took for Dave to disappear.

What are you waiting for? Ask the cashier for help, run away, do something!

What good would that do? Running won't get you anywhere, he could catch you in an instant. And even if the man behind the counter were to call the police, how long would it take them to get here as opposed to the time it would take for Dave to snap the guy's neck and drag you back to his house?

Dave wouldn't kill someone.

Clearly you forget the threats.

We could see Blaine again! Are you really going to throw away that chance?

It won't work! Wait until you gain his trust, then find a way to get out. But not now. If this goes south, which it will, nice Dave will be gone and you'll be locked in the bedroom for more than just grocery runs.

Kurt shook his head roughly to clear the clamouring thoughts, sighing in defeat as he folded his hand and waited for Dave to return.

The aforementioned jock jogged back in a moment later, his eyes hitting Kurt instantly. Ecstatic couldn't describe the emotion that crossed his face when he saw Kurt standing there obediently.

Please forgive me Blaine.

*break*

They watched movies that night, Dave's 'treat' to Kurt for behaving earlier. There were few movies the two agreed on, but they finally settled on A Knight's Tale. Dave teased Kurt whole heartedly when he caught him mouthing Jocelyn's lines.
Dave, sitting on the very end of the couch, smirked and quoted "Tell me your name woman."

Kurt, who was stretched out across the length of the cushions, rolled his eyes and said "And what would you do with my name Sir Hunter? Call me a fox for that is all I am to you."
The two laughed for a few seconds before Kurt sighed, turning his face away from Dave. The jock didn't say anything about it.

*break*

"You were a very good boy today." Dave informed when they went to bed that night. Kurt smiled stiffly, kissing him back mechanically when Dave's lips met his.

*break*

"Loosen up Kurt." Dave urged quietly. "Come on baby, you can do it." Kurt bit his fist to keep from crying. Only a muffled whimper escaped when he was torn open.

I'm sorry Blaine, so sorry, please forgive me, I'm sorry! In his mind and heart he was crying, screaming and begging for it to stop, for his true Master to forgive him. For those watching, however, he was moving his hips back mechanically, seeming to enjoy what was happening. Little whimpers and moans escaped, timed perfectly to sound as though he simply couldn't hold them in anymore.

Dave didn't see the difference.

Dave didn't care about the pain he was causing.

Dave didn't see Kurt fall asleep crying.

*break*

"I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need." Blaine sang softly, reaching out from across the room.

Kurt smiled as he stepped forward, following with his part easily. "I'll love you more with every breath, truly madly deeply do. I will be strong, I will be faithful cause I'm counting on a new beginning, a reason for living, a deeper meaning, yeah."

"I wanna stand with you on a mountain. I wanna bathe with you in the sea. I wanna lay like this forever, until the sky falls down on me." The pair sang together, their voices melding perfectly as they stepped toward each other, Blaine smiling softly as he brushed Kurt's cheek with the back of his hand.

"And when the stars are shining brightly in the velvet sky, I'll make a wish, send it to heaven and make you want to cry the tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certainty." Blaine continued, spinning Kurt slowly in the center of the room.

"And we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of the highest power, in lonely hours, the tears devour you."

"I wanna stand with you on a mountain..." the Warblers behind them sang the chorus softly while Kurt and Blaine danced in a slow circle. Blaine stared at Kurt for a few moments before leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"You've forgotten about me Kurt." He accused. "you've had plenty of chances to run yet you stay. Do you not love me anymore?"

"No!" Kurt said a little too loudly, stepping away from Blaine in horror. "No Master, I only want you." He insisted, holding onto Blaine's hand desperately. Tears welled in his eyes as Blaine yanked his arm away, a look of disgust crossing his face.

"But why would we want you to return to us?" Sam jeered. "you're nothing now. Who would want you, a broken dirty thing, when they could have someone pure?"

Puck was next to tear a piece of Kurt's heart away, the tears pouring hot and fast down his face. "You deserved to be stolen. Don't you get it? You're tainted goods. Who would take pity on something so dirty?"

"We were better off without you." Blaine accused, before their faces contorted, the room and its inhabitants turning to smoke, closing in around him and suffocating him in the darkness.

Alone. He was so alone.