He knew what his new master was doing, a couple had done it to him before, pretending to be relatively nice before taking a dark and nasty turn not long later.

It was usually this type of person that would be the worse with the beatings, the most cruel. Why would this master be any different?

It had shocked him when he had asked for his name; none of his previous masters had done that. None of his other masters had cared.

The drive home was filled with silence and they shortly pulled into a driveway of a generally big house for the estate they were in.

The young boy, Kurt, got out of the car first and ran around the car opening his door. At first he thought he was going to pull him out of the car and he flinched, for the first time since he could remember he flinched. There was something about Kurt that felt different and he wasnt sure of it was a good thing or a bad thing, but he was sure that he didnt trust him.

"Im not going to hurt you," Kurt said and he just stared, scared to reply.

Kurt gestured for him to come closer and he hesitated before sliding closer to the door.

"Im going to lift you now ok?" Kurt asked and he nodded, he felt useless not being able to walk by himself. He was useless and pretty soon Kurt would notice this and take him back like every other master had.

Kurt put his arms behind his legs and round his back for support before lifting him from the car like he weighed nothing.

His body ached from being beaten and he held down a whimper as he was lifted.

He closed his eyes as he was carried towards the front door of the house; he knew that once he was carried inside everything was going to change.

"Cant he walk himself?" He heard the voice of the older man; he assumed it was Kurts dad.

"No, he fell on the way to the car," Kurt explained. The man behind him sighed and he felt his heart start to beat a little faster.

"Why did you get this one Kurt? He practically broken," the man complained.

He didnt understand that either, there were many other slaves that were more capable than he was, Kurt should have just have brought one of those.

"Enough dad," Kurt said with a sigh as the front door to the house was opened.

He was carried inside and the warmth hit him, the centre rarely had the heating on and it felt good to feel the warmth on his skin.

"Im going to take him to my room," Kurt said looking over his shoulder.

"Ok, dont take no rubbish from him," the man said and Kurt sighed again before heading towards a set of stairs. "Oh and also I want to talk to you about another present that I got you, I think youre ready," the man continued.

"Ready for what?" Kurt replied turning to look at the man.

"Ill tell you later son," the man said.

"Fine," Kurt said and turned back towards the stairs continuing towards them.

He had to hold his breath as he was taken up the stairs the jolts making his body burst with pain.

"Shit is this hurting you?" Kurt asked looking at him as they reached the top step and he opened his eyes.

"No Sir," he lied but Kurt didnt seem to be that convinced. He knew that if he told him it hurt he would seem weak and would be beaten for not being able to handle the pain he felt.

They reached a room and Kurt kicked open the door, he was carried inside and placed on the most comfortable bed he had laid on since he became a slave.

"How you feeling?" Kurt asked him and he wasnt sure how he was supposed to answer, was there a correct answer?

"I-I dont know Sir," he replied before bringing his hand up to protect himself from the beating he was going to get for not giving a straight answer.

He peaked over his arm when nothing happened; Kurt was just going him a sad look.

"Would you like me to do anything for you Sir?" He asked trying to move off of the bed but Kurt stopped him.

"Yeah, i just want you to stay on the bed Blaine," Kurt said and his heart jumped. He understood what Kurt wanted.

He laid back on the bed again. "Would you like me to remove my clothing?" He asked trying to make his voice as neutral as possible.

"Yes actually," Kurt said and he reached for his shirt pulling it over his head.

Kurt gasped. "Oh my god," Kurt said and he looked down at his battered stomach, a majority or it was blotched purple.

He was angry at himself for not being perfect like Kurt deserved, he was damaged.

He looked to the floor, continuing to remove his clothing in silence.

"Why did they do this to you?" Kurt asked and he looked up avoiding eye contact, there was no way that he had earned looking into his masters eyes.

He wasnt sure of he was supposed to answer or not but he spoke up, though feeling uncomfortable he wanted to state why he was hurt.

"I deserved it Sir," he whispered.

"Oh Blaine, this isnt your fault," Kurt said coming closer and without meaning to he moved back a little on the bed not wanting Kurt to touch him. He didnt understand all of the kind words; he would rather him just he mean to him for the whole time rather than just the start.

"I just wanted to give you some new clothes," Kurt stated with wide eyes obviously seeing his reaction to coming closer. Kurt turned running to a chest of draws rooting through it before coming back to him with a whole outfit of clothing.

"Dont I need to earn my way Sir?" He asked.

Kurt sighed shaking his head. "Not in this house, I didnt have a choice in getting a slave but to me youre not one, now youre family".

The word family rang in his head. He didnt have a family anymore, no one cared about him and he didnt think anyone would for the rest of his life.

"Im just going to go down and talk to my dad, you get changed into the new outfit and stay in this room," Kurt said and he nodded.

"Yes Sir".

"Please call me Kurt," Kurt said and his stomach dropped, he had forgotten that what he like to be called.

"Im sorry, excuse me for not listening to your wishes, please beat me for my ignorance," he said preparing himself for the first blow, that was always the hardest after that he had taught his body to go numb.

"Blaine, Im not going to hurt you," Kurt said with a small smile. He opened his eyes a little frustrated, why wouldnt he beat him when he got this wrong? Its what he deserved. It was what he was used to.

Kurt gave him a nod before exiting the room leaving him by himself, he looked to the clothes Kurt had left him and slowly moved towards them.

He wondered if this was a joke, reeling him in to trust him and the dropping him like a rock into the ocean. He remembered how ignorant he used to be, he remember the first time he thought things were going to get better, he was 14,

"Im not going to hurt you, I dont believe in all this slavery crap," his master said. He was on his way to yet another home with someone different, it hadnt been a week before the last one and his body was still aching from the beatings.

Though, unlike any other masters hed had giving him a kind smile, reassuring him that he wasnt going to get hurt by him. Maybe he had finally found a master that would treat him differently, like a human being.

He looked up, giving the man a small smile.

"Do you not speak?" The man asked not looking at him but keeping his eyes on the road.

"Yes Sir," he replied.

"Good," the man replied. He didnt have a clue what the mans name was, the slaves were never told who they were going with, they just had to go.

Shortly they reached the mans house; it was a small rented flat in a block of many others. The car engine cut off and the man climbed out. He did the same waiting outside the car door.

"Follow me, Ill show you where we are staying," the man said a bright smile as he put a soft hand on his back and led him towards one of the flats.

He was glad at how soft the mans touch was, no one had treated him this way in his few years of being a slave. They reached one of the flats and the man opened the door.

He followed the man in.

"Do you want anything to drink?" The man asked and he suddenly felt confused.

"Do you? I can make you one Sir," he said but the man just shook his head.

"No its fine, I can do it," the man smiled again before disappearing into the kitchen.

This was how it went for a week, he was to sleep on the floor but he was just happy that it was in the house. He wasnt asked to do anything and he was starting to feel comfortable, it wasnt until one night when the man (who still hadnt giving him his name) took a bad turn.

"Why dont you sleep in my bed tonight?" The man asked standing over him as he laid on his place on the floor.

"Im fine on the floor Sir, I wouldnt want to take away any comfort," he replied his hands starting to shake at his tone.

"Please, I would like you too, I really care about you," the man pushed and he felt his heart start to beat a little faster.

"Im fine here, please," he whispered looking the floor. Though he knew he was out of place to say no he was so desperate not to go to bed with the man he would try anything.

"I insist," the man said through clenched teeth.

"I-I," he started trying to get word to come out. Obviously he wasnt quick enough, he was suddenly be pulled to his feet and dragged towards the bed.

He panicked and screamed out telling the man to stop but he wouldnt listen, he was raped several times that night and he would never forget the evil in the mans eyes. He hadnt care about him at all, just what he could get out of him.

The man had thought if he was nice he would get to have sex with him without the hassle, but as he continued to scream, cry and refuse to do what the man said he was returned a couple of days later.

But this time he wasnt falling for it and he didnt trust Kurt one little bit.

…..

He could tell that Blaine didnt trust him and he wasnt surprised. With the life that he had probably had he wouldnt be surprised if he never trusted him, but he was determined to work hard and earn it.

He ran down the stairs not wanting to leave Blaine on his own for too long and met his dad in the kitchen.

"Hey dad, what was it you wanted to tell me about?" He asked sitting down in one of the dining room table chairs.

"Hey bud," his dad replied and walked over to his sitting in the chair next to him. "I have another present for you, well I dont know how youre going to take it but, now that youre eighteen I thought you might need your own space," his dad explained and he frowned.

"What does that mean?" He asked.

His dad went into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys.

"Did you buy me a car?" He asked getting to his feet.

"Nope, I got you a flat, well its more like a loft but its not too far away from here and it then gives you your own space. Thats why I wanted you to get a slave now, so that you wouldnt be alone," his dad said and his mouth fell open.

"You want me to move out?" He said feeling a little hurt.

"Not if you dont want to, its just an option," his dad explained.

He stood and thought for a moment, considering his options. He couldnt just think for himself now, Blaine had to get a say in this.

"Ill have to ask Blaine what he thinks of the idea," he said with a shrug and Burt scoffed.

"Kurt, hell do whatever you tell him to do, thats what hes for," his dad said.

He looked to the floor anger building inside of him. "I refuse to make him to anything for me, the only reason I got him was because it was the law!" He argued.

"Its a law for a reason Kurt, it means youre special," his dad argued back.

"Special, Blaines special he just hasnt been told that, hes been told the opposite and its not right!" He yelled. He wanted to make his point about this.

"Blaine? Thats its name then?"

"Yeah thats his name," he replied. "And dont worry, were leaving I wouldnt want to chance leaving him alone with you anyway," he spat and turned towards the stairs. He ran back up to his room his frustration running through him.

As he entered his room he let out and angry growl thumping his fist on top of his desk of draws.

He turned trying to calm himself and his breath got caught in his throat.

"Blaine…," he said moving towards the small boy in the middle of his bed. He had crawled into a ball his hands covering his ears and his eyes squeezed shut. He gently put a hand on his shoulder and Blaine flinched looking at him with wide eyes.

Blaine started to panic and threw himself onto the floor kneeling in front of him. He had changed into the clothes he had given him and thought they were a little big they were perfect for him.

"Blaine, Im sorry I didnt mean to scare you. Did you hear our yelling?" He said referring to his argument with his dad.

Blaine nodded not taking his eyes from the floor.

"Im not sure if you heard but, were moving out to a flat not far from here," he said and Blaine looked up at him though again not looking him in the eyes.

"Was this my fault Sir?" Blaine asked in a quiet voice.

"No Blaine, I think it was something my dad has wanted for a while anyway," he said saying what was on his mind. He bent down and guided Blaine back so he was sitting on the bed.

"Ive decided that were going to move tonight, I know that its short notice but I hope you dont mind?" He said saying it more like a question.

"Of course i dont Sir, I do what you want and tell me to do," Blaine said bowing his head.

He sighed running a hand through his hair; he didnt want Blaine to think that he had to do everything for him but he didnt have time to explain right now.

"You can sit there while I start to pack," he said and Blaine stood.

"Please Sir, let me help I can do it," Blaine said and he slowly pushed him back to the sitting position on the bed.

"Ill be fine, rest your legs," he replied and Blaine looked to the ground.

"Please Sir, make use of me, I want to show Im not useless," Blaine said with a small voice.

His heart broke; he would never think that Blaine was useless.

"Youre not useless, but if you really want to then you can help me, just sit if you start to hurt, ok?" he said and Blaine nodded standing.

He bent down and pulled out three suitcases from beneath his bed before standing and turning to Blaine. "Just fill them with anything that you think will be needed for our new place," he said and Blaine nodded moving around the room starting to pick things up from the shelf and put them in the bags.

He watched Blaine for a few minutes; he looked so fragile with the way that he moved around the room. He wanted to fix the boy, not that he was broken but he wanted to make him healthy and make him as happy as he possible could.

He tore his eyes away from him and focused on packing, starting towards his dresser, this was not how i had expected my eighteenth birthday to go, he thought as he pulled his clothes from his draw.