"I think were ready," Kurt said taking turns to pick up each case before turning to him. "You take this one," Kurt handed his the case that he knew was the lightest and Kurt grabbed the others before they walked out of the room.

As they travelled down the stairs he felt his heart start to race a little faster, he didnt want to get into contact with Kurts father, the man scared him.

"Where the hell are you going?" A deep voice yelled and Kurt paused causing him to nearly bang into the back of him.

"Moving, thats what you wanted right?" Kurt said moving a couple more steps down the stairs.

"I didnt mean right this instant, or at all if you dont want it was only a suggestion," the man said and Kurt scoffed.

"You talk to a person if you want to suggest something, you dont go do it and then hand them the keys and say its a suggestion," Kurt argued.

He wanted to hold his ears, he hated the sound of people arguing, and he always had ever since…

He had been a slave just under a year and he had heard so many insults that they hardly affected him anymore, well that was what he had thought.

He had been asked to do so many things that he had forgotten to do the laundry, once his master had noticed he and his wife had gone crazy.

"AFTER ALL WE DO FOR YOU, YOU CANT EVEN COMPLETE A FEW SIMPLE CHORES," his master yelled moving towards him. He backed away ending up banging into one of the corners of the room.

His wife followed him a sneer playing on her lips, looking at him like he was disgusting.

"YOURE WORTHLESS, AND YOU BET YOUR ARSE THAT IM TAKING YOU BACK, YOU NEED TO BE RE-TRAINED!" The wife screamed and moved towards him slapping him around the face. His face stung and he felt himself sliding down the wall, he wanted to try and protect himself but nothing could protect him from the words they were throwing at him.

"Im sorry, I tried to do everything you told me," he whimpered looking up with tears in his eyes.

"DONT TALK BACK TO ME, I BET YOU THINK YOURE GREAT DONT YOU? I BET YOU THINK THAT THIS WILL END SOMEDAY AND YOU WILL HAVE A FAMILY, WELL YOURE WRONG, NOBODY WILL EVER LOVE YOU," he didnt know why the words were getting to him but they were, they hurt and each insult felt like a knife cutting into his heart.

He had wanted a family someday, a husband and a couple kids but that life seemed so far away that he couldnt even see it. He curled in on himself, covering his ears as they continued to yell and scream how useless he was, how no one would ever want him.

So many people had said the same things to him, not everyone could have been wrong so he started to believe them. After that the words seemed to be scared into his brain, he knew he was useless, that no one would ever love him. It had become pretty clear.

And it wasnt just the words, it was the yelling. After that day when ever people yelled around him all he could hear was the insults and he couldnt handle it.

"Blaine?"

He blinked the memory fading; Kurt was staring at him looking concerned while his dad frowned at him from behind him.

"Im sorry sir?" He said not even sure that Kurt had asked a question or not.

"Who do you think you are ignoring my son?" Kurts dad asked trying to advance on him but Kurt held him back. He fell onto his butt sitting on one of the steps still clutching the suitcase.

"If you want to hurt him youre going to have to hurt me," Kurt said pushing his dad back.

"Kurt… I would never hurt you," his dad said trying to put a comforting hand on Kurt shoulder but Kurt moved away.

"Were going to go, Ill talk to you later dad," Kurt sighed and turned back to him.

"Are you ok? Can you stand?" Kurt asked and he nodded slowly pushing himself back to his feet. He let out a small gasp and he straightened out his body and Kurt frowned. "I promise as soon as he get to the new place Ill address your wounds," Kurt said and he looked to the floor. Was there even a point in healing them?

Kurts dad moved out of the way and they continued down the rest of the stairs and towards the front door.

"I already called a cab, it should be here soon," Kurt said over his shoulder as he pulled open the front door.

As they walked into the garden a dark car pulled up and Kurt smiled. "Here we go, that was quick," Kurt said walking up to the car and opened the door confirming the address they were going to.

Kurt looked at him and he noticed that he hadnt moved towards the car with him. He rushed forward dragging the suitcase behind him.

…

"Is it ok if we put these in the boot?" He asked the taxi driver as Blaine joined him.

"Yeah, get in Im sure your slave can handle that," the driver said and he frowned. Why did he just assume that Blaine was a slave anyway.

"No, Ill help him," he said moving away from the window so the driver couldnt talk back to him.

He moved around the car and pulled open the boot, he shoved to two cases he was holding inside before turning to Blaine and taking the case from him, Blaine looked shocked at the action and he paused.

"Do you want to put it in?" He asked and Blaine nodded. He moved away and allowed Blaine to put the final case into the back of the car.

"Great," he said and they both moved back around the car. He decided that he was going to sit in the back with Blaine

As soon as they sat down in the taxi Blaine lowered his head, looking to the floor.

He was about to tell Blaine that it was ok to keep his head up but he decided not to, he didnt want to cause any more commotion and the taxi driver was still giving him dodgy looks because he had helped Blaine put the cases in the boot.

The taxi started to move and his dad was right it wasnt far, they reached it five minutes later. He would have walked if it wouldnt have caused Blaine any pain, the first thing he wanted to do was give Blaine a shower and wrap his wounds to help them heal.

He opened the door and climbed out before running around the car opening Blaines door for him. Blaine raised his head and looked at him (still avoiding eye contact) his mouth falling open a little.

"Come on," he said with a small smile and Blaine scrambled out of the car on to his knees in front of him. "Blaine, you dont have to do that," he said helping Blaine back to his feet.

"Sorry sir, I thought it was a sign of respect, please hit me," Blaine said.

He sighed his hand on his hips. "Blaine I dont know how many time I have to tell you this, Im not going to hurt you," he said and walked to the back of the car opening the boot. It hurt that Blaine wanted to be punished but he could never go through with something like that.

One by one he dragged the three bags out before slamming it shut. He left Blaine by the bags and ran to the window passing the driver the money for the trip and with evils he drove away.

He grabbed two of the three bags and asked Blaine to grab the last and follow him.

"Are your legs ok?" He asked turning to Blaine as they entered the apartment block. "Please tell me now because were on the second floor and we have to go up the stairs as there are no lifts, I dont want you to start going up the stairs and you fall back down," he said nerves hitting him due to the situation they were in.

"Im fine sir," Blaine said in a small voice that didnt sound too convincing.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

There was a short silence before Blaine replied, he wasnt sure if Blaine was debating whether he was going to answer the question or of he was debating what to answer the question with. "Yes sir, if we had to go up more than one flight I would have struggled but I think I can handle one sir".

He looked to the floor before looking back at Blaine. He nodded and gestured for Blaine to go first, that way if he did fall he could try to catch him.

Blaine did as he told him and started up the stairs taking little stumbled every other step but they finally made it to the second floor.

There was only one door on the second floor and he frowned and dropping the cases on the floor and pulling the key from his pocket, he made sure that the number on the key and the door matched up before moving towards it.

Blaine stood to the side looking uneasy.

...

His mind was spinning, nothing was ever constant, everything was always new and he felt like his mind couldnt catch up.

He dropped the case beside him and took a couple of steps back.

"Are you ok?" Kurt asked and for the first time he shook his head. He felt strange, he knew what was going to happen, it had happened many times before.

He felt himself drop to his knees and then down into his stomach.

"Blaine! Blaine, oh my god," he heard Kurt yell and he was suddenly by his side touching his arm.

He wanted to move away, he didnt want Kurt to touch him. A tear slide down his face as his eyes fell closed and everything faded to black.

...

He panicked and scooped Blaine up into his arms, quickly turning and carried him inside.

He didnt even bother to look around but be noticed that the flat was already filled with furniture, he pushed open a couple of rooms having a glance until he found the bedroom and went inside laying Blaine down on the double bed.

He quickly ran back and collected the three bags pulling them into the room before closing the front door.

He pulled out his phone and started to call all of the doctors he knew as he wasnt sure that he himself would be able to correctly attend to Blaines wounds.

By the third doctor saying that they werent going to treat a slave he nearly screamed, Blaine needed help, he was a human being and no one was willing to help because of his status.

He closed his eyes taking a breath before he dialled the next number. He told him what was happening and the doctor agreed to come, he said that it would cost him but he didnt care about that.

Once he had organised that the doctor come as quick as possible he waked back to Blaines bedside. He was still laying in the same position as before saying that he hasnt woken up, he sighed and sat on the bed next to him.

He stayed with Blaine until the doctor came, which was about thirty minutes later.

"It would be best that you stay in the living room while I treat, Blaine was it?" The doctor said his heavy black bag in his hand.

"Blaine yes, are you sure i cant come in?" He said a little wary of leaving Blaine alone with the doctor.

"Yes, it will be easier for you and me," the doctor stated and he nodded.

"If anything happens to him while youre in there, well one Im not paying you a penny and two i will hurt you twice as much back," he threatened.

The doctor just nodded like he had heard it all before and wandered into the bedroom closing the door behind him.

He walked and fell into the sofa that he assumed his dad had brought him, he felt bad that he hadnt been grateful about the gift but at the time it felt more like a slap in the face.

He leant back on the sofa, waiting.

It wasnt until an hour later that the doctor finally came out and he jumped to his feet.

"Is he ok?" He asked.

"He hasnt woken up yet but hes going to be fine, his stomach was badly battered and he had a few cracked ribs, Ive wrapped them up but you will have to change it every couple of days. You might need to give him some pain killers if it gets agitated and he has other cuts and bruises that will just have to heal in time but other than that I think hes just exhausted," the doctor said and he looked to the ground.

"Thank you so much for doing this," he said shaking the mans hand.

"Call me again if he needs a check-up, names Rob," the doctor said and he nodded pulling out his wallet. He paid the man and let him get on his way.

"Thanks again," he said and he opened the door and Rob exited the flat with a nod goodbye.

As soon as the door shut he walked back into the bedroom. Blaines shirt had been taken off and a white bandage was now wrapped around his stomach, Blaine seemed to look more comfortable now at least.

He looked around the room, he was exhausted and he knew he couldnt climb into the bed with Blaine, there was no way that he was going to chance freaking him out.

He walked to the side of the bed beside Blaine and slowly pulled to duvet so that it was covering him before turning and walking back into the living room. Without even thinking about it he dropped down onto the couch cuddling up to it. He closed his eyes, just embracing sleep, so much had happened today and his brain just switched off. He fell to sleep instantly not even caring that he hadnt changed his clothes.