Blaines bed had been put up and the man had disappeared, hed finally managed to convince Blaine to sit on the sofa while he walked into the kitchen to call his dad.

He hadnt really had time to call his dad since they moved so he thought hed take the time now. He missed being at home, it was where he grew up and where he felt safe though he could help but feel the sudden attachment to the loft.

After dialling the number he brought the phone to his ear and waited. His dad answered after a couple of tones.

"Kurt?" His dad asked.

"Hey dad," he replied.

"Ive been waiting for your call," his dad said sounding a little sad.

"Im sorry dad, its just been so hectic," he replied and he heard his dad sigh through the phone.

"I miss you bud," his dad said and he almost scoffed. Considering he was the one that wanted him to move out in the first place, but he sighed and went along with it.

"I miss you too dad," he replied looking towards the living room where Blaine sat.

"I was thinking...," his dad said and he frowned standing straighter. What was he up to now? "Maybe you were right, slaves are just not us, i give you permission to send the slave back and come to live with me again, well just keep the loft until youre really ready to move," his dad said and he looked to the floor biting his lower lip to stop himself from crying. His dad wanted him to break the law, the law that he had forced him to abide by in the first place. It made him feel sick.

"I cant," he whispered.

"What? Why?" His dad asked sounding hurt.

"Ill never send him back to that horrid place," he said closing his eyes. He didnt want this to turn into an argument but he couldnt see any other direction for this conversation.

"So youre choosing the slave over me?" His dad muttered like he couldnt believe he would make that choice.

"Im not choosing anyone," he said.

"Kurt, I wanted you to come home, itll just be me and you, Im sorry I made a mistake but Im trying to fix it," Burt said the hurt in his voice breaking his heart.

"Im sorry dad, I cant just give him up now," he whispered.

"No! Kurt, come on its just a slave!" Burt yelled and he felt tears start to build up in his eyes.

"Please dont do this to me," he said his eyes wide.

"Do what?" Burt replied and he looked to the floor.

"Please dont make me choose between you and him," he said the first tear falling onto his face.

"You did it to yourself Kurt, its not a hard question, come home buddy," Burt said and he felt his legs give out. He fell onto the kitchen floor and backed himself up so he was sitting against the cupboards.

"I dont want to, please dad, I love you please," he said tears starting to flood down his face.

"Then come home," Burt said simply.

Blaine walked into the kitchen in that moment his eyes wide at the site of him.

"Kurt, are you ok?" Blaine asked and he nodded.

He looked at Blaine, at his beautiful black curls and his honey coloured eyes that he could get lost in, he looked at how vulnerable he was and how he would give his life for him if he needed to.

He cleared his throat. "Im staying here," he said looking away from Blaine.

"Im so disappointed in you Kurt, choosing a slave over your own family," he could hear his dads tears in his voice.

"Im sorry but I wont leave him," he said.

"Goodbye Kurt," his dad said before handing up.

"Dad, wa-," he started but it was too late.

Rage built up inside him and he screamed a growl and threw the phone across the kitchen.

It wasnt until he had done it that he noticed he shouldnt have.

He looked to Blaine wanting to apologise but he was gone, he took and exhausted breath and pushed himself to his feet and went after him.

"Blaine? Im really sorry, I didnt mean to scare you," he said as he searched the living room but he was nowhere to be found.

"Blaine?" He said letting a couple more years run down his cheeks. What had he done? He should have controlled himself.

He took a glance in the bathroom before heading to Blaines room, he knocked on the closed door but no one answered.

He closed his eyes briefly before opening the door and walking inside.

"Blaine?" He asked softy not wanting to spook him anymore.

"Im sorry, Im so sorry, I didnt mean to," he heard the quiet sob coming from beneath the new bed.

He laid down onto the floor looking under the bed, Blaine was in the foetal position muttering how sorry he was for whatever hed done.

"Blaine, Im really sorry for scaring you it wasnt your fault and I shouldnt have gotten that mad," he said and Blaines muttering stopped.

"Please dont be scared of me," he said.

"Please dont hurt me," Blaine muttered and he gave a small sob resting his head on the ground.

All of the work he had done with Blaine ruin by one stupid mistake.

...

His heart was beating fast, the noise, the anger and the sadness was too much. Hed had to run his mind hadnt let him stay.

"Do you want me to leave?" Kurt asked and he felt sudden panic and shook his head.

"No Kurt, please dont leave me, please dont give me back, I cant go back," he said remembering the conversation Kurt was having with who he assumed to be his father. He hadnt meant to ease drop but Kurts voice raised with every sentence and he was only in the next room.

"Blaine, Im not giving you back, Ill never give you back I promise," Kurts voice was soothing and he closed his eyes trying to let the information sink in.

He opened his eyes again starting to push himself out from under the bed. Kurt moved from his position too so he was kneeling.

"Im sorry," he said pushing himself up into his knees bowing his head with respect.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, it was my fault," Kurt sighed sadly.

"Is there something on your mind Kurt?" He asked concerned for his master. The phone call didnt sound too good and Kurt red puffy eyes showed that he had started crying long before he entered the room.

"Nothing you should worry yourself about," Kurt said pushing himself to his feet.

He did the same. He was worried about his master; hed only seen a slave look this upset before never a master.

"Of course, Kurt," he said looking to the floor.

He looked up at Kurt avoiding eye contact, Kurt gave him a weak smile before turning walking out of his room.

He waited a minute before following; Kurt had gone back to his own room so he walked up to the door knocking on it lightly. He decided that if Kurt didnt leave him when he needed company then he should do the same.

"Kurt," he asked softly.

"Come in," Kurt said and he opened the door walking inside. Kurt was sitting on the edge of the bed tears running down his face.

He walked up to him slowly and opened his arms, he wasnt completely comfortable with this but Kurt needed comfort. He wrapped his arms around Kurts shoulders.

"Im sorry for whatever is upsetting you Kurt," he whispered and Kurt softly wrapping his arms around his waist and began to sob.

Kurt held onto to him for what felt like an hour, he didnt mind though he felt oddly comforted himself by the embrace. It was nothing like he had felt before, it wasnt harsh or too tight, it was soft and wonderful.

Kurt raised his head. "Thank you Blaine, you have no idea how much I needed that," Kurt said and he gave him a small smile.

"Would you like to talk about it Kurt? I understand if you dont," he asked giving Kurt another chance to tell him what was wrong. He remembered that before he was a slave that it was easier to tell people what was wrong and it made him feel better.

"I dont want to dump my problems on you Blaine," Kurt said wiping tears from his cheeks before sighing. "Wait, I cant expect you to tell me if theres anything wrong if I dont do the same thing right?" Kurt said and he wasnt sure if he was speaking to him or himself.

"Would you like to know? Like really want to know? Because if not Im not going to tell you," Kurt said and he took a chance sitting down next to Kurt.

He wanted to know what was getting his master down; he didnt like to see him like this. Kurt looked to the floor.

"My dad practically just disowned me," Kurt said and he felt his heart plummet. He had heard the conversation, this was because of him.

"Because of me, Kurt," he said quietly and Kurt laughed.

"No, not because of you, he wanted me to move back but without you, Im not doing that and I wouldnt be doing that even if I was here on my own," Kurt sighed.

"Im sorry, Kurt, I know what it feels like and it hurts," he said not knowing why he was opening up to Kurt he just felt like it was right.

"Blaine could I ask you something?" Kurt asked and he suddenly felt nervous.

"Of course, Kurt," he replied.

"Why do you never looking me in the eyes? At first I thought it was just a respect thing but the since the day I met you, you havent ever looked into my eyes and now I think its something more," Kurt said and he felt like he couldnt move.

"I-I," he tried but nothing came out.

"Shit, sorry you dont have to answer I just thought…," Kurt went silent and he closed his eyes building up courage.

"Ive never told anyone about this before Kurt," he said staring at the floor like it was his only safe point.

"You really dont have to tell me Blaine," Kurt said and he shook his head.

"I-I think Im ok, Kurt," he stuttered. He had never talked about this, he never had wanted to, the images scared him but with Kurt he felt oddly safe. He didnt know if it was because he had protected him back at the slave centre and at the mall but he was starting to see that Kurt had fought for him more than once and even if he did turn on him that he was still grateful for that, he felt like he owed Kurt something.

"Im listening and Im here for you," Kurt said keeping his hands to himself now laying them in his lap.

"It was about two years ago…," he started.

His hands hurt; he had been scrubbing the whole house for at least 24hours without breaks. His body was aching and he had a bruise on his right eye from when he wasnt scrubbing fast enough, the sun was starting to rise and he was just about finished.

He was proud with the job he had done; he made sure that he hadnt left a speck of dirt anywhere. He could hear the eerie creak of the house which scared him every now and again making him think that his master was coming.

This master was always angry and he always brought the stench of alcohol where ever he walked.

He stood and double checked his surroundings making sure that he was satisfied and smiled.

"Are you done?" A voice from behind him caused him to jump turning to see his master.

"Yes sir," he replied looking at the man.

"Im sure youve missed something somewhere but well worry about that later," his master said and he kept staring at him.

"Yes sir," he repeated.

"What are you doing?" The man asked and he searched his brain for what he could possibly be doing wrong.

"Excuse me sir, I dont understand?" He asked and the man moved towards him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not look me in the eyes?" His master screamed and he looked down. He had been told many times before but the master before this one had told him that he must look into his eyes, after him he was finding it hard to do the opposite.

"Im sorry sir," he said. "It wont happen again," he said as he was grabbed by the arm.

"You bet your ass it wont happen again," the man said through clenched teeth. The alcohol was so strong on his master breath that he could almost taste it.

He was dragged into the next room before being thrown to the ground, he gasped and he hit the floor. "I warned you, I hate it, HATE IT, when people look me in the eyes," His master growled and he tried to curl up into a ball but he was kicked in the ribs.

"I know Sir, Im sorry," he squeaked.

"Everything you do, it makes me so mad," his master screamed disappearing into the kitchen.

"Im sorry," he said tears starting to run down his face.

He picked himself up off the floor and looked towards the front door; he slowly made his way towards it planning to sleep in the garden to let his master cool off.

Suddenly in a quick flash his arm was grabbed and a white flash of pain spread through his body, the next thing he knew he was falling, pain spreading through his right side. He let out a whimper as the pain increase and he heard his master leave the room.

He lifted his hand and felt for where the pain was coming from pausing when he felt a handle. His master had stabbed him. He pulled away scared of what might happen if he tried to pull it out and flinched when he heard his master re-enter the room.

"Please, Ill never look into your eyes again, Ill never look in anyones eyes again," he pleaded as his master got closer.

All he saw was his masters foot flying towards his head before he blacked out.

"After that I woke up at the slave centre again," he finished looking to Kurt still avoiding eyes contact. Tears were running down Kurts face and he looked to the floor.

"Im so sorry Blaine," Kurt said with a sniff.

"I just wanted to answer your question Kurt, I owed you that after you defended and fought for me," he whispered.

"You dont owe me anything Blaine," Kurt said. "D-Do you have a scar?" Kurt asked him and he nodded lightly. He assumed that Kurt hadnt seen it; it being quite far down on his back it wasnt overly visible.

He closed his eyes and lifted his shirt a small amount revealing a small silver line; hed had nightmares for a month after that reliving the day and feeling the pain all over again.

"Blaine…," he heard Kurt whisper.

"Its ok Kurt," he said putting his shirt back down covering the scar.

"No Blaine, thats not ok and Im so sorry," Kurt said.

He didnt know why Kurt was apologising for something he didnt do, it didnt matter anyway his master at the time had warned him many times not to look him in the eyes because it made him feel uneasy and hed done it anyway.

"It was my fault," he said nodding his head.

"No, no it wasnt," Kurt said turning to him and he felt himself shrink a little. Was Kurt mad at him?

"Yes, Kurt," he said quickly.

"Blaine, please dont think that was your fault! You doing something wrong on accident doesnt mean he can stab you," Kurt explained and he nodded.

"Youre perfect Blaine, dont ever think different," Kurt said before standing. "Thanks for telling me," Kurt said softly before leaving the room.

Kurt thought he was perfect? People told him he was nothing, that he was never going to find anyone that would remotely like him and in return he never thought he was going to find a master that he liked.

But Kurt was different, he could feel it and he wasnt sure if it was because he wanted to have a master that liked him so badly that he was making it all up in his head or because hed finally found someone who he could rely on.