Unsurprisingly, Blaine had nightmares that night. He didnt know what he was afraid of, but it was terrifying and chased him through the empty halls of the hotel. It was faster than Blaine and he knew he was losing ground even as he frantically searched for something. If he could only find it, hed be safe. The hallways changed to the kitchen of his new house. Blaine was sitting at the table when Kurt walked up to him. Blaine smiled, relieved to see his Master. The relief to turned to terror when he saw that while Kurt had a plate stacked impossibly high with French toast in one hand, the other held a tray with giant syringe full of thick, dark liquid.

Blaine woke with a start, lunging upright. Kurt was sitting on the bed next to him, looking worried.  "Blaine, are you okay? You were screaming, honey." 

Blaine reached for the only comfort he knew, wrapping his arms around Kurts slim waist, burying his face in his stomach while waiting for the last dredges of nightmare induced terror to leave him. After a few minutes he was able to let go.

"I am now. It was just a bad dream. Did I wake you?" Blaine asked guiltily, knowing Kurts room was right next to his and both of them slept with their doors open.

"Its fine," Kurt assured him.  "But unlike some of us who are naturally gorgeous, I need every minute of my sleep to maintain a decent complexion. Come on, you."

Blaine followed silently, expecting to be taken to the couch in the living room. He was fine with that.  It was still far more comfortable than his previous lodgings.

Instead, Kurt led them to his room where he gestured for Blaine to climb under the covers. Kurt slid in behind him, tugging Blaine down so he could wrap his arms around his waist and spoon close.

"Is this okay?" Kurt asked softly in Blaines ear.

"Of course," Blaine assured him. Oddly, he did feel safe this way, held tight by strong arms. Kurt was his Master, after all, and self preservation dictated that Blaine should always be on guard against a man who such control over him. But instead of nervous, he felt calm and secure. A part of him wondered if Kurt would want sex when they woke up. Blaine decided it didnt matter. Obviously, some acts were out of the question until Blaines recheck STD test, but if Kurt might like an alternate type of pleasure, well, that was one thing Blaine was a pro at. He was more than willing to do anything he could to repay his Masters kindness. And to keep his home.
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Kurts alarm screamed too life well before either man was ready for morning. Kurt rolled over, away from Blaine, and buried his face in his pillow. "Noooo," he moaned into the down bedding. His muffled voice continued to cuss at the device.  "Go away! Grr." 

Blaine leaned over Kurt and pressed the snooze button to silence the noxious sound. "Argg..." Kurt continued to groan before realizing the noise had stopped without his intervention. Confused, he raised his head to peer blearily at the device. A sound from his other side made Kurt jerk over to see Blaine lying next to him. Oh, right. Kurt vaguely remembered dragging him to his bed when hed heard Blaine screaming in his sleep. Kurt really didnt want to know what terror the slave had been reliving, but hed listen if Blaine wanted to talk about it.

Blaine waited nervously for Kurt to waken a little more, watching for any cue that might tell him what he should do. Kurt rolled over onto his back and stretched, slowly acclimating his body to the harsh reality that he needed to get up.  "Sleep, okay?" He groggily asked the man next to him.

"I did, thank you," Blaine answered softly. Now that Kurt was on his back Blaine could see the clear evidence of an impressive morning erection. He scooted cautiously closer, pressing his body along Kurts. While Kurt scrubbed at his eyes, Blaine moved slowly down until he was at waist level. He still didnt know if this was the right course of action, but he figured erring on the side of caution was safest, and taking care of his Masters hard on was unlikely to anger him. Also, this would allow Blaine a chance to prove he could be of value, and if there was anything he was truly skilled at, it was blowjobs. God knew hed had practice.

Still uncertain, Blaine tentatively brought his face to the tent in the sheet, nuzzling his cheek along the firm length. Kurt jerked beneath him, groaning at the contact. Reassured that he was doing as he should, Blaine turned his head and began mouthing at the erection.

"Jesus, Holy hell...Blaine, ugg," Kurt mewled. That sounded positive to Blaine and he tugged the sheet away to reveal Kurts silk sleep-pants.

Rationality slowly flowed its way through Kurts skull. "Blaine, no," he groaned. "Stop, Blaine. You need to stop, now."  It was physically painful saying the words but at the same time Kurts conscious was wide awake and screaming that this was wrong.  He reached down to thread his fingers into the curly hair of the head doing those amazing things to his body and tugged gently, pulling Blaine away.

Blaine had been reaching for the edge of Kurts pants to tug the waistline down when he heard Kurts words. He froze, tensing when he felt his Masters hand pulling him away.

Kurt pushed himself to a sitting position, sliding away from Blaine. He hadnt been touched like that in...God, it felt like forever. If Blaine was one of his ordinary co-workers Kurt would cheerfully have broken his cardinal rule against sleeping with models, but this wasnt the case. Blaine wasnt touching him because he liked him and found Kurts body desirable. He thought this was part of his job. Quinns words from yesterday echoed in his mind. Blaine would do anything he thought would please him.

While Kurt shook himself to full alertness and got his raging hormones under control, Blaine was quietly panicking. What had he done wrong? They were in bed together, Kurt was clearly in a position to enjoy release, and hed responded favorably to Blaines actions. At first, anyway. When he was barely awake. Blaine realized with dawning horror that hed just touched his Master sexually without prompting or orders. In point of fact, Kurt had told Blaine on more than one occasion that he didnt want sex from him. Blaine had always assumed hed change his mind, but he should have waited for some sign that Kurt was rescinding his order. Hed broken one of the only rules Kurt had made for him, and in the worst possible way. And then there was the Chlamydia. Just maybe, his beautiful owner didnt want a diseased slave pawing at his body.

Blaine slid out of the bed, kneeling on the floor, and trying to silence his sobs. He felt panic rising, bleeding away his ability to reason.  This was bad, really bad. Slaves had been euthanized for far less. Kurt had said he wouldnt do that, but that was before Blaine had screwed up so immensely. Blaine hoped his master would allow him to beg to be punished. A beating would be so much better then being sold or even killed. Hearing the bed creaking above him, Blaine dropped his forehead to the carpet, bowing as low as possible and lacing his hands behind his back submissively. "Im sorry Master, so so sorry. I didnt mean to disobey, Im sorry, please Sir, please punish me." 

"Blaine, damnit," Kurt muttered above him. The bed creaked again as he stood up, regarding the slave curled up on the carpet. Blaine looked so tiny like that, his body shivering uncontrollably. Kurt touched his shoulder and the slaves body froze, his fingers white with how hard he had them clenched behind his back.

Fuck this. Kurt got a solid grip on Blaines arm at his shoulder and tugged him up. He could feel Blaine respond, pulling himself to his feet along with Kurts motions. Blaine managed to achieve an upright stance without unlocking his hands from behind his back and kept his head lowered. His chest heaved with his panicked breathing.

At least he was standing, Kurt thought. He gently placed his hands on either side of Blaines face, tilting his head up.  "Blaine, look at me,"  he put some command into his tone, needing Blaine to hear him. Startled, the slave looked up, meeting Kurts eyes. Blaine had tear tracks running down his face, clearly terrified as he awaited his owners verdict.

"You are not in trouble. Im not mad at you. No one is going to punish you here, ever. Its okay. Please, just breathe,"  Kurt urged.  Kurt let go of Blaines face to reach behind the slaves back and unhook his hands, bringing them forward and holding them gently in his grip. Blaine was shaking harder now, and Kurt was getting nervous himself.  "Blaine? Sweetie, are you hearing me?"  Kurt frowned, " Blaine," he said sharply, seeing the jerking response. Well, that was something.  "Repeat after me. I am not in trouble.  Say it now."

Blaine swallowed, "Im not in trouble," he whispered.

"Good," Kurt told him, relieved he was finally getting through the panic. "Im not mad at you. Say it back."

"You arent mad at me," Blaine watched Kurts eyes looking for confirmation that the words were true, and finding it in the distraught blue gaze.

Kurt pulled Blaine over to the bed to sit next to him. Despite himself, Blaine reached down, wrapping his arms around Kurts slim waist, seeking out comfort from his fears. Just like he had back at the doctors office, he buried his face in Kurts chest. 

"Im sorry, Kurt," he choked out, his voice muffled against Kurts nightshirt. Blaine wasnt sure if he was apologizing for the inappropriate touching or for being such a mess. Probably both.

"Its alright," Kurt reassured hastily, running soothing fingers through Blaines hair. After a few minutes the slave collected himself enough to pull away, though he kept a hand locked with Kurts.  "Blaine," Kurt said softly, "I mean it. You arent in trouble. But you need to understand this when I say it. Im not going to use you for sex. Ever. You are officially retired from the pleasure slave life. We can have a retirement party, if you want. Ill even bake a cake. Anything to make you understand that that chapter of your life has passed, okay?" 

Blaine snorted a wet laugh. "I dont need a cake. I understand. No sex."

"Well, I mean, if you meet a cute guy and the two of you mutually decide that you want to do fun stuff, you certainly can. Youre an adult and all. But its never going to be a job any more. Sex isnt an obligation you need to fill. Not for me and certainly not for anyone else, for any reason."

Blaine nodded in understanding. "I...thank you. But I dont think Ill be doing that anytime soon. I dont really associate sex with fun.

Kurt was just relieved Blaine was back with him. The alarm blared behind them as snooze expired. Hell, had that whole mess gone down in fifteen minutes? If felt like years.  "Okay, that horrid sound means that means we are officially fifteen minutes late. How about we shower...separately," he added hastily.  Blaine ducked his head, smiling softly.  "And you meet me in the kitchen when youre done. Today Im making dinner but theres tons of cereal, fruit, and miscellaneous carby products out there." 

Kurt stood and smacked the alarm, one of the few things in the world he harbored homicidal feelings toward, while Blaine left to his own bathroom to shower. As the hot water fell down around him, Blaine took slow, deep breaths and tried to pull himself together. Today was the first day for model work and he was determined to get at least something right.

He tried to think analytically about the disaster from that morning. He knew he trusted Kurt.  Blaine deliberately tried to picture Kurt punishing him, that beautiful face contorted with cruelty, or even remorse, as he struck.  Blaine drew a blank.  He honestly couldnt create the image in his head.  He remembered his last breakdown when he wouldnt let go of Kurt at the doctors office. Even this morning when his conditioning and experience told him he was about to suffer, hed reached for Kurt without hesitation the moment hed broken out of his panicky state. Blaines instinct told him Kurt was safe. He just needed to think before panic could cloud his judgment. He could do this. And if he still had problems, well, Kurt seemed to think he was worth fighting for.

Blaine slid on a pair of boxers and his bathrobe since hed just be undressing in a little bit anyway and headed to the kitchen. Kurt wasnt there yet but Rachel was. She had half a grapefruit, a bagel and a giant mug of coffee in front of her as she focused on the script she was reading intensely.

"Blaine, hi,"  she chirped brightly. Her sweaty clothes said shed been exercising already this morning. She pushed a large bowl his direction, filled with a variety of roll-type things. Blaine saw a croissant in the mix and reached for it eagerly, eyeing Rachel from the corner of his eye as took the pastry out of the bowl. Rachel was grinning at him so apparently it was okay. At her nod, he sat on the stool next to her and took a bite, eyes closing in bliss.  "If you like them that much, add them to the grocery list," Rachel told him in amusement, pointing to the magnet-bound paper hanging from the fridge when he opened his eyes.

There was a giant mug next to the one Rachel was using that had the Vogue emblem blazoned across it. "Is this Kurts?"

Rachel nodded, "Yes, it is, and hell need every ounce." 

"You dont know how he takes it, by any chance?" 

"Theres fat-free hazelnut in the fridge. A pump or two should do. Eat more than a croissant, Blaine. Youre going to be up there a while." 

At the girls urging, Blaine ate a bowl of cereal, another croissant, and took an apple from the fruit bowl. He poured Kurts coffee and went in search of the designer as he chewed on his apple. Kurt was just coming down the hall and his eyes lit up at the sight of the steaming mug in Blaines hand.

"Is this for me? Kurt took the coffee in delight.  "Oh, Blaine, youre a wonder," he told the slave before burying his face in the mug. Blaine wondered if it was always this easy to please Kurt, and determined to get up early the next day and wake him with a fresh cup.

Kurt gestured up the stairs, still glued to his mug. "After you."

"Arent you getting breakfast?" Blaine asked as he obediently began ascending the narrow stairs to Kurts workroom.

"Nope. I cant stand to eat this early. You did though, right?" Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded. "Rachel was having breakfast and she wanted me to eat...a lot," he admitted. Kurt made an approving sound. At the top of the stairs, a short, light blue hallway veered toward a very bright room. Blaine saw the other direction led to a small bathroom.

Blaine entered the main room, taking in the large windows, mirrors along every wall, fabric, thread, a fully-dressed mannequin, and a naked man with one foot propped on a box Captain Morgan style with an ipad perched on his bent knee.

Blaine froze. The man was nicely tanned, very blonde with subtle highlights, and looked like he should be bearing a planet across his shoulders. Swallowing, Blaine couldnt help but run his gaze downward. Wide, heavily muscled shoulders gave way to a ridiculously chisled chest, his waist narrowing slightly to emphasize a six- pack you could use to teach an anatomy lesson with, descending down and curving into what could only be described as a perfect bubble butt.  Upon careful scrutiny, Blaine determined the man wasnt completely naked; there was slight evidence underwear in the form of a string resting tautly between pert cheeks.

Blaine barely registered when Kurt ran into him, not expecting his abupt stop. "Blaine? Whats up? Go on in... Kurt maneuvered around Blaines still form to see what the holdup was.

Seeing what had Blaine rooted to the floor, Kurt let out an annoyed huff. "Oh, for gods sake, Sam, put the ass away."