A week after the 6th time Karofsky paid them an unexpected visit, Blaine was sitting with Kurt in his majestic living room, slowly stroking his hair. 'What do you miss most about your old life?' Blaine asked out of the blue.

'My family, especially my father. If only I could speak to him again.' Kurt said snuggling closer to Blaine in order to hide his tears.

'Well in order to get some closure why don't you pretend to write him a letter?' Blaine said, clutching Kurt closer to him as if grief would sweep him away.

'You'd allow me to do that?' Kurt asked his voice broken with grief.

'Of course Kurt, I really care about you remember.' Blaine said, kissing the top of Kurt's head.

'Thank you Master Blaine, I am forever in your debt.' Kurt said.

A horrible thought struck Blaine. 'Is that why you stay here? If Karofsky wasn't a problem would you leave?' Blaine asked, his heart throbbing painfully.

'Of course not! I really care about you too Blaine and not just because you saved my life' Kurt said, bravely bringing Blaine's head down to kiss him gently.

Blaine gasped and allowed Kurt to take control of the kiss for the first time, curling his hand into Kurt's silky hair.

When oxygen demanded to be inhaled they broke apart. Blaine smiled at Kurt's feisty actions before going over to his desk and bringing Kurt parchment and a deep red quill.

'I'll give you privacy, leave it on my desk when you’re done.' Blaine said before leaving the room.

Kurt stared after him taking a deep breath before dipping the lavish quill in the ink pot and began to write.

Blaine didn't know what to do with himself so he went to the kitchen to see how Cassandra was doing.

'Do you or Kurt require anything sir?' Cassandra asked.

'No I just wanted to check your ok.' Blaine said idlely looking in the cupboards.

'Do you want to talk about it? I am a good listener as well as good cook' Cassandra said.

Blaine went to protest but knew Cassandra would see right through him. 'It's Kurt, I'm scared that I'm going to lose him, that he doesn't need me in his old life.' Blaine confessed.

'I see the way he looks at you so you do not need to worry. ' Cassandra said smiling, glad that her Master had found someone who cares about him.

'But he is in danger because of me. If it wasn't for me Karaofsky wouldn't be anywhere near him! Maybe I should let him go.' Blaine said, his fists clenched.

'It's because of him that he is alive and safe from Karofsky!' She replied.

'You're right thank you Cassandra, I will go make sure he is ok. Watch the door for any signs of that unholy devil.' Blaine asked before running to Kurt's room.

He was relieved to see that Kurt was alone and had finished the letter.
'Cassandra has lots of jobs to do so I'm going to go buy some vegetables for tonight's soup. So you are free to do what ever you please while I'm gone. ' Blaine said

'I'll go talk to Cassandra for a while Master' Kurt said.

Blaine watched Kurt leave the room before grabbing the letter and putting it in his pocket. He had a job to do.

Kurt had described where he lived during one of their 'getting to know each other outside of fucking' talks. So after only half an hour of asking for directions he found the Hummel household. Steeling himself for a hostile meeting, he knocked on the door.

A man that fitted Kurt's description of his Father opened the door , his brows knitted in confusion.

'Who are you and what do you want?' Burt demanded. Ever since his son had been dragged from his home he had always been cautious when opening the door.

'I have a letter to you from Kurt, this is the only way you can speak to him I'm sorry' Blaine said remorsefully.

'Are you the one who saved my son or the one who is harassing him?' Burt said his eyes narrowed.

'I'm the one who adopted him as my slave in order to save him. How did you know he is getting harassed?'. Blaine asked.

'Then you are welcome anytime, thank you for saving my son. I hope you are treating him right. The whole village has been gossiping about my son out smarting a man that's trying to take him away from you.' Burt said his hands clenching sporadically.

'Yes I treat him a lot nicer than I should do, too much in fact. I will protect Kurt from Karofsky till my last breath.' Blaine said determined.

Burt smiled knowing that Blaine was in love with his son. 'Well I actually wrote a letter to Kurt, once I heard that you took my son to save him I thought you might be able to give it to him.' Burt said, going into the house and returning with a worn out envelope.

Blaine took it and handed Burt Kurt's letter.

'tell me if this Karofsky harms a single hair of my son' Burt said before hugging Blaine and shutting the door.

Blaine stood there shocked realising that Burt was every inch as amazing as Kurt said he was.

He came back to find Kurt asleep in the middle of the bed like a cat. He stared at Kurt lovingly taking in every inch of Kurt's heavenly body. As he put the letter next to Kurt it occurred to him that no Master or even friend would go to such lengths to make someone happy. As he watched Kurt's chest rise and fall with his breathing he remembered all the fond memories he had with Kurt, the little things he liked about him: his hair in the morning; his fascination with the extravagant food and his ability to be both feisty and submissive.

The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. Blaine, witch killer and revered nobleman was in love with Kurt - a witch suspect and his supposed slave.
'Man am I in trouble' Blaine thought as it all fit into place. This was why he was so nice to Kurt, why he had to save him that confusing night, why he wanted to get to know him and have him stay forever.

Before Blaine could continue his internal freak out Kurt stirred and began to open his eyes.

'Hello Master, is it wrong of me to sleep?' Kurt asked, his voice saturated with tiredness.

'Of course not, you need your rest.' Blaine said knowing that he should add: 'because I will fuck you now' but his epiphany meant he couldn't bring himself to fuck Kurt. He wanted to shower him with kisses not bruises.

As Kurt stretched his arm brushed against the envelope. 'Is this for me Master?' Kurt asked bewildered.

'Yes, it's from your Father. I'll explain after you've read it.' Blaine said watching carefully for Kurt's reaction.

Shocked Kurt opened the letter slowly. He read each word as a dying man savors each drop of rain.

Burt spoke of love and hope and staying strong. Tears cascading down his cheeks Kurt asked: 'did you give him my letter?'

Blaine simply nodded. Kurt hurtled himself at Blaine crushing him in a hug and rambling about how thankful he was and how kind Blaine was.

Blaine simply smiled, hugging Kurt back with equal enthusiasm. After 20 minutes of thanks and cries of gratitude from Kurt he suddenly pulled back, his eyes glazy from tears and his face blotchy.

'Let me service you Master, I need to show you how gratefully I am' Kurt said pushing Blaine onto the bed and straddling him.

Blaine grabbed his arms to hold him still and said 'That is not nessesery Kurt, your spoken gratitude is enough and your happiness.'

Kurt tried to get out of Blaine's grip but Blaine was too strong. 'Please Blaine I want to' Kurt pleaded.

'No I don't want you wanting to feel like you owe me. It was my decision to do that for you.' Blaine said firmly.

Kurt slumped in defeat then had an idea. 'What if I just worshiped your body with kisses to show how much I care about you? Just as you have shown how much you care about me.'
Blaine thought this over and decided he couldn't deny Kurt this more loving gesture. He couldn't resist Kurt's lips lovingly caressing his skin.

'Fine but if I say stop at any time then you must' Blaine said seriously.

'I promise' Kurt said sincerely before lowering Blaine to the bed slowly.

He kissed Blaine's forehead before seductively beginning to strip.

Blaine quickly undressed himself once he was out of his lust filled trance.

'Let me take care of you Master' Kurt purred as he peppered kisses all over Blaine's face paying attention to his eye lids, his nose, his cheeks and every freckle and blemish.

His ears were next, Kurt sucking and nipping his ear lobe and licking the shell. Blaine was already beginning to tremble.

Kurt had always wanted to worship Blaine's neck so he ravished it, even daring to leave a hickey which caused Blaine to cry out and his cock to swell.

As Kurt slowly worked down Blaine's torso it felt like Kurt's lips were an paintbrush painting the world's most beautiful art piece. Not one millimeter of skin was left un covered, not one mark or vein was not worshiped, not one imperfection not glorified.

Blaine simply chanted Kurt's name and shook, love coursing through him at the gentle touch he had not received since he was 16.

'I've got you Blaine shhh it's ok' Kurt said, while his fingertips danced across Blaine's skin.

Kurt looked at the unfamiliar sight of Blaine a trembling, sub missive mess. His cock was hard and leaking yet Blaine did not order Kurt to relieve him.
Blaine's hard exterior fell away leaving vulnerable, true Blaine in it's place. 'This is the man I fell in love with' Kurt thought before halting his explorations of Blaine's body as it hit him. 'So I'm in love with him! That explains a lot. I hid it from my self to fight it but it is useless when I see the real Blaine that Blaine tried to hide and that my heart saw all along!'

There was no way he could tell Blaine his true feelings but he could show him, Kurt realised kissing Blaine with his whole being, Blaine heartily returning it with every drop of his remaining energy.