Blaine couldnt sleep.  He was still incredulous that his room, (his own room!, with a bed!), didnt have a lock on the door.  Blaine had fully expected to be restrained in some fashion at night.  It was standard procedure, especially for newly acquired slaves.  The fact that hed been left free every night since his purchase made him think this might actually be a permanent arrangement. His Master certainly seemed comfortable allowing him to run loose in the house.

Despite the amazingly soft bed and comfortably full stomach from a hearty dinner of sausage lasagna and buttery garlic bread, Blaine just couldnt seem to settle down.  After several hours of gazing blankly out his (unlocked) window, Blaine gave up and cautiously wandered out, padding softly to the darkened living room.  Blaine froze when he realized he wasnt alone. Finn was in there, a video game turned to low volume as he maneuvered his shooter through a ravine. Maybe Finn hadnt seen him and he could sneak back to his room.

"Whats up, dude?" Finn asked, not looking up from his game. "Kitchens across the way if you want a snack." 

"No...no, Sir. Thank you.  Master Kurt said that Im allowed to use the books on the shelf when Im not working?  Blaine wanted to make sure the man knew he wasnt trying to go anywhere he wasnt supposed to.   

"Knock yourself out."

Finn had been nothing but kind to him, but Blaine still wasnt exactly sure what to make of his owners brother.  A lot of things here didnt make sense to Blaine.  He didnt know if the way Kurt wanted him to behave was for all the time, or only when Kurt was around.  And he worried about what the other people who were staying in the home would expect from him.  It was really confusing and left Blaine nervous and uncomfortable whenever he wasnt directly in his Masters comforting presence.  Maybe he should try talking to the pretty blond girl, Quinn. Shed seemed willing to help him understand his proper place in all of this.

Blaine stepped carefully around the couch and its large occupant, staring at the books Kurt had shown him on his house tour. The shifting blues from the video game reflected off the spines, allowing him to read the wording.  Blaine glanced from title to title before locking onto one.  With a shaky hand he pulled a tan and blue book from the shelf.   The Sorcerers Stone was written across the top in a familiar, wispy scrawl.  Shoving away long buried memories of a different life, Blaine clutched the book to his chest and turned around to return to his room. As he turned, he spied the covered container Blaine knew was filled with cookies Kurt had made earlier, sitting innocuously on the breakfast bar.  Blaine glanced back at the couch warily.  Finn seemed totally engaged in the game.  Against his better judgment, Blaine quietly snuck to the kitchen and lifted the lid off the decadent peanut butter nutella cookies.  Feeling ridiculously guilty, and more than a little afraid, Blaine removed two cookies from the container before quickly sealing it.

A snort of laughter from the living room told him Finn had not been as oblivious as Blaine had hoped.

"Sir, Im so sorry, please..." Blaine began weakly, conditioning kicking in as he sank to his knees at the edge of the kitchen.

Finn had twisted back on the couch to watch Blaine unnecessarily James Bond his way to the cookie platter.  He paused the game and rose with a stretch, walking over to where the trembling slave knelt on the linoleum.  Finn took ahold of Blaines arm under his shoulder, easily pulling the smaller boy to his feet.  He turned back to the fridge and pulled out the milk. Without saying anything, Finn poured two glasses. He handed one to Blaine before grabbing a large fistful of cookies to go with his own milk.

"Night, dude," He told Blaine easily before returning to his game.

Blaine collected his milk, cookies, and book, and escaped back to his room.  He sat in the middle of the large bed, his mind whirling as he tried to absorb what had just happened.  Weirdest. Place. Ever. Taking a bite from his cookie, Blaine curled up in his comforter began reading.