Blaine knew exactly what he was doing.  Kurt was trying to buy his loyalty and affections and Blaine was going to milk it for all it was worth.  The little angel on his right shoulder told him he shouldnt do it, that it wasnt in his nature and that Kurt was just trying to do the best he could and Blaine shouldnt take advantage of that.  However, the little demon on his left shoulder reminded him that regardless of what Kurt did or didnt know, he did know he was keeping Blaine against his will and Blaine should at least do what it took to enjoy himself until he figured out how to free himself.  He had purposely let it drop that he had always wanted a pet growing up, just to see if Kurt would take the bait - and he had, and now Blaine had two ridiculously cute kittens romping around the living room, play fighting with one another, and an aquarium he was setting up to provide a home for the fish that were currently living in a bowl.

The puppies had gotten his attention first at the pet store, but he knew having a dog in an apartment, especially one that would need regular walks he wasn't even sure he'd be able to give to them, was unfair to the animal, so kittens it was.  He had convinced Kurt that two were necessary on the basis that they were sisters and it would be an awful shame to separate them and leave one alone and sad in the pet store.  

Then Blaine had insisted that an aquarium would help to tie together the apartment and create something soothing to look at.  The largest home aquarium he could find had been purchased, and Blaine had managed to construct it despite having only built a lopsided bookcase before, and he was now focusing on decorating the interior with all the bobbles and fake plants and pebbles he had procured for the different fish (and a starfish) he had brought to the apartment.

The best part was how perplexed Kurt looked whenever he went to sit on the couch and the kittens saw him as the perfect toy - attacking his feet and climbing up the back of the fabric couch as Kurt tried to scold them and tell them to get "the hell off the furniture" to no avail.  At one point Kurt had to go bandage some scratches he had acquired on his toes with a grumble about "Lucifers creatures", but to his credit he never once hit the cats or lost his temper. In fact, Blaine almost forgot about his plan to make himself appear too high maintenance for Kurt to want to keep when he saw Kurt dozing in his recliner with both kitten snuggled up on his lap.

Blaine didnt forget though, and so he began his plan, gradually requesting more things over time, which Kurt never questioned - at least not to his face, and soon Blaine had his own ereader tied to a credit card (which he purchased more books than he could possibly read), all organic foods, a towel warmer, a top of the line electric guitar with pedals, a nice strap, amplifier, and software to record and adjust music, and the most expensive hair gel on the market.

Unfortunately, instead of his requests having the desired effect of having Kurt question his want to own a human, it seemed to make Kurt happy.  Kurt was soon asking if there was anything special he could order to procure for Blaine, and Blaine once again settled into a funk where he didnt ask or demand anything.

In turn, Kurt seemed to pull away again the instant Blaines mood swung down, and once again Kurt was out of the apartment more than he was in it.  Inside Blaines brain there was a battle.  On one side he argued that it was for the best that he wasnt stuck with his captor all the time, because, why on earth should he want to be?  On the other hand, he just wanted someone to be there.  He was still lonely, even with his fish and the kitten twins, and Kurts dull company was better than no company at all.

Blaine continued to clean up, and make meals through it all - if only because he wanted to keep busy and fend depression off.  He also knew he would need to keep his strength up just in case the opportunity to run arose.  

Occasionally Kurts guards would enter the front entrance of the apartment, and Blaine recognized that there were five of them in total, that Kurt had on some sort of alternating schedule.  He would hang back in the kitchen, listening to their conversations about scoping out meeting places and how the details of an investigation would be up in Kurts office, but they never said anything that Blaine could use to his advantage, and never gave off any suggestion that any of them could be approached by Blaine to help him.

If anything, Blaine figured out quickly to avoid them when he crossed the hall in front of the entrance and one of them laughed towards Kurt.

"Havent broken that pet of yours yet eh?  Most people dont let them dress at all and lots keep them chained."

Blaine didnt see what caused the crack and the snap that occurred quickly after that, nor did he stay to watch why the guard that had made the comment was wheezing and coughing for breath after that, but Blaine didnt doubt it came at Kurts hand.

He didnt hear that particular guards voice again after that.

Kurt appeared to be stressed, or as stressed as Blaine could figure a man who dealt in criminal activities could be, as time wore on.  He would come in late, often go straight to the balcony to smoke, and would only come in to grab a plate of supper and a drink from the now locked bar cabinet before returning to his ashtray.

"Did you kill someone?"  Blaine finally built up the courage to ask, hovering just inside the doorway to the balcony.

"No."  Kurt grumbled, tapping his ashes into the pile and looking over the city as the sun set behind the towers before them.  "Why do you ask?"

"Youve been extra sulky."

Kurt hummed softly in thought and then looked back towards Blaine, eyeing him up and down in that way that made Blaine feel like he were being mentally undressed which put him on edge.  "Why dont you ever come out here?"

"I dont like heights."  Blaine admitted, taking a step back just in case Kurt decided to test his fear like Sebastian once had by dragging Blaine out by the hand to the edge of a steep rise by the ocean.  If anything, that event had only made Blaines fear worse.

"Huh."  Kurt replied, neither judging nor questioning, before looking back out.  "Business has just been... extra difficult this past while."

"You could quit it."  Blaine suggested without thinking it through.

"You just dont quit this life."

"Why not?"

"The only way you leave this life is in a coffin."

Blaine gulped, imagining Kurt as if he were asleep, but more ashen and pale than he already was, and not breathing. "What would happen to me if you died?"

"Not sure.  Havent set up anything that way."

"Would I be free or would someone else claim me?"

Kurt was looking away, but by the way his ears lifted slightly and how his jaw tilted up, Blaine knew he was narrowing his eyes.  "I dont know..."

"Are you just saying that so I dont kill you to get free?"

Kurt looked back at Blaine, and Blaine saw that his presumption about Kurts narrowed eyes was accurate, "Youre not the killing type... and I said I dont know because Ive never fucking done this before... so leave it."

"Its my life.  I cant just leave it..."  Blaine uttered, setting a hand on the wall inside of the door to brace himself.  Kurt had never hurt him before, but Blaine also knew that he probably had it in him to do so if he wanted to, and Blaine never wanted to push to that point.

"Fuck..."  Kurt grumbled, stubbing out his cigarette and standing up.  "Im going cruising.  Dont wait up for me."

Blaine wasnt a hundred percent sure, but he did have an inkling when he spoke just as Kurt walked past him.  "Cruising means picking up a hooker doesnt it?"

"What the fuck do you care?" Kurt snorted, avoiding Blaines face as Blaine followed after him towards the front door.

"I..."  and as Kurt asked Blaine found himself stopping in his tracks.  Why did he care?  Why should he? "...dont."

"Good."  Kurt snapped, slamming the door behind him and leaving Blaine there wondering why he had followed after Kurt and wondering why, despite saying he didnt, did care, to the point where it was making him angry that Kurt was leaving him to go get his jollies with someone off the street.  Not just angry, jealous.  

He knew he shouldnt be jealous.  Every logical part of his brain was telling him that it was better Kurt was doing that with someone else then with him, and it also meant he didnt have to spend as much time with his captor.

Yet the arguments his mind presented to him were smacked down by the desire to rush down after Kurt and plead with him to stay in the apartment, to keep him company, and touch him if thats what he needed.

It brought a blush to his cheeks, and he had to shake his head to get the thoughts out of him.  He definitely had Stockholm syndrome he decided.  There was no other explanation for it.

Yet, knowing that he must have Stockholm syndrome didn't help him at all deal with the jealousy writhing its way through him like a rapid snake.  For awhile Blaine tried to watch TV, but found he couldn't focus on any of the shows he flipped through, always looking towards the entryway in the hopes Kurt would return.  Then he tried to read, but the lack of noise in the apartment made it hard for him to focus and when he did turn on the radio, he found he couldn't focus at all.

So that's what led up to Blaine breaking fork after fork and spoon after spoon in an attempt to jimmy the lock Kurt had on the bar cabinet.  He needed something to nullify his emotions and his brain, and alcohol was the only thing he could think of.

Which in turn led to him swearing up a storm as he discovered he was no match for the lock Kurt had put on.  “Fuck!  Fuck!  Kurt!  Why the fuck did you do this?!  If you're going to abandon me here at least let me enjoy myself!  FUCK!”

Cutlery used up, and Blaine's hands scratched up, he began to yell up at the ceiling towards where he thought the camera in the room was based on the slight gap in the wall and the black reflective spot within it.  “I'm tired of this!  So fucking tired!  Is sex all you want?!  Fine!  I want it!  Is that what you want to here?  What do you want me to do?  This?”

Blaine began to strip himself down, taking his flaccid dick in hand and stroking it over in front of the camera until he needed to sit back on the couch, sprawled out and all exposed - not even sure if Kurt was seeing what he was doing, and not even sure himself of why he was doing it.  Once he began though, he didn't want to stop, and the thoughts he usually had of Sebastian were instead replaced with those of a tall, chestnut haired mobster that smoked more than he spoke, and frustrated Blaine more than he could measure.  Before he knew it, Blaine was touching himself in the ways he knew worked for him, having not done this since before he had been captured because he wasn't sure just where the camera's were in the apartment and hadn't wanted to put on a show for Kurt unwillingly.  He circled his fingers over his nipples, until they were as hard as his dick, and he smoothed those same fingers down between his cheeks, breathing going higher as he ran them over his dimpled pucker.

“Is… this… what you want?”  He panted, half lidded eyes looking towards that camera.  “Because you can have it.”