It was two weeks later and Kurt was almost completely healed. They had bought four apartments in New York, one for each couple and one for Robin. They were located close to each other. It was their last day in Ohio when Blaine texted Thad.

We're moving away from this place so we can be happy. I hope we never have to see you again. –B

A new text came through in minutes.

Consider yourself arrested Anderson. You didn't think I was saving your texts? You'll be in jail and your sub will be mine by the end of the day. -T

Kurt was curled on the couch with Rosie. He still wasn't allowed to move around too much because of his broken ankle, but he'd been babysitting Rosie a lot while Wes and Lucy packed everything they owned.

Blaine couldn't breathe. He didn't know what to do or say, he just sat there, unable to move. How could he have been so stupid?

The baby let out a loud scream and Kurt sighed. "Blaine!" he called. "Could you make Rosie a bottle, please?"

"I'm going to jail, Kurt," Blaine said quietly, staring at the text.

Kurt's head snapped upwards. "W-What?!"

"Thad has proof," Blaine said robotically. "Even if we're moving, I'm going to jail."

"No..." Kurt shook his head. "No. Because if we're in New York then you’re safe. They can't arrest you in New York. We're breaking the law here, but not in the city. So we move now. Right now. We can send for your stuff later." He was talking fast, but he knew he was right and they couldn't risk Blaine getting locked away.

Their boxes had been ready for an entire week, just in case. "O-Okay," Blaine stuttered. "We can drop off Rosie on our way to the airport." He stood up quickly and grabbed his hand luggage. "Let's go!"

Kurt stood awkwardly, leaning heavily on only one crutch while he held Rosie close with the other. Kurt still didn't own anything at all, but Blaine had promised that they'd go shopping in New York.

They got into the car and dropped Rosie off at Wes' and Lucy's, explained the situation, then drove to the airport. They managed to get last minute tickets and were sat on a plane no less than two hours later.

:)

"Is this the right house, Mr. Harwood?" the police officer asked Thad. They had brought three police men with them. They needed to make sure that Blaine got arrested and that Kurt got back to auction.

Thad nodded curtly. "This is it. This is where the filthy slave lover lives."

They rang the doorbell once, twice, three times. "Of course they're not opening!" Thad burst out. Suddenly, he saw something in the window, it was a note.

You're too late, we have moved. We're not going to take your crap anymore. –B

:)

Blaine kissed Kurt's head softly. They were safe.

Kurt woke up just as they were getting close to landing in New York. "Hey..." he smiled. "It's legal here, Blaine. We don't have to hide. I never have to wear that collar again!"

Blaine grinned and leaned down to give Kurt a long kiss on the lips. "I can do that whenever and wherever I want now..."

Kurt hummed happily into the kiss. "I love you," he breathed. "Will you- Will you still buy me dog tags?"

"If you want me to," Blaine whispered, his lips still brushing against Kurt's.

"I do," Kurt smiled. "I want people to know that I'm yours."

Blaine couldn't stop grinning. He kissed Kurt again and again. "Mwah!" He finished with a big, hard kiss and then pulled back, still smiling.

Kurt giggled as the plane touched down. They stepped off it hand in hand, ready to start their new life.

:)

Three weeks later, Blaine had found himself a job and they were all set in their new apartment. They both loved it and New York. They were actually truly happy for the first time in their lives. Blaine hadn't forgotten though. He still had a punishment saved up for Kurt, from almost two months ago.
When Kurt came home from a walk on a Friday night, Blaine decided that it was time. "Kneel," he commanded when the man entered the living room.

The younger man's eyes instantly widened. "B-But what did I do?" Blaine just looked at him, waiting for him to obey.

Biting his lip, Kurt sunk to his knees, looking at the floor. He was still in his cast for another week, but it didn't hurt anymore.

"Do you remember that you have a punishment saved up? From two months ago, when you broke my two only rules that I had for you then," Blaine said, walking up to Kurt. Kurt sighed and nodded. "Yes, Sir," he muttered a little moodily.

"I think it's in order to give you that punishment, don't you think?" he asked, smirking a little.

"Yes, Sir," Kurt muttered, he wasn't scared, he was just a little pissed off. He thought Blaine would have forgotten that by now.

"Go to the bed and undress. I want you on your back," Blaine said strictly. He wasn't going to fuck Kurt. They still hadn't done it for the first time and he wouldn't use that for punishment yet.

Kurt's eyes snapped up worriedly and searched in Blaine's eyes for some reassurance.

Blaine looked deep into Kurt's eyes. "I would never take that away from us, you know that."

Kurt nodded and got unsteadily to his feet, reaching for his crutch. He made his way through to the bedroom, undressed and lay down like he'd been told.

Blaine came in a few minutes later, still fully dressed. He hovered over Kurt and started pressed small kisses on his skin, slowly making his way down his body.

"B-Blaine!" Kurt gasped. "W-What are you doing?"

"I'm going to suck you," he whispered, taking Kurt's nipple into his mouth and sucking. "I'm going to suck you until you're hard as a rock and then we'll go make dinner. No coming for you tonight."

Kurt whined. "N-No! You c-can't do this to me! I don't think I'll be able to hold it!"

"You will hold it, Kurt. I have a cock ring for you if you need it, but I would like you to not use it." Blaine focused on the other nipple, sucking it and biting it gently.

Kurt whimpered as he felt himself grow hard, his body shuddered as he came dangerously close to coming.

"Do you need the cock ring?" Blaine whispered hotly in Kurt's ear.

Kurt whined and nodded. "Y-Yes. I'm s-sorry, Sir."

Blaine nodded. He reached for the cock ring and licked a long stripe up Kurt's length before sliding the plastic down over his cock. "Better, babe?"

"N-No..." Kurt gasped. "Please let me come!"

"It's called punishment, Kurt. You want to make me happy, don't you?" Blaine asked, his breath still warm on Kurt's length.

Kurt whimpered, closing his eyes to keep himself from crying. "Yes, Sir."

Blaine smiled and pressed a lingering, wet and open mouthed kiss to the tip of Kurt's cock before pulling back. "I'm going to go make dinner for us, sweetie."

"But that's my job..." Kurt argued.

"Oh, well, I didn't mean make, I meant order. I don't know if you're in shape for that right now," Blaine smirked. "What pizza do you want?" he asked casually.

"Chicken and Peppers." Kurt whined. "Blaine please?"

"Of course you'll get chicken and peppers," Blaine grinned, knowing that it wasn't what Kurt was begging for. Kurt sniffled and hid his face in a pillow as Blaine walked up and kissed hiss cheek gently.

"Get dressed, babe. We can have a movie marathon."

"Can I stay naked?" Kurt whispered. Many of his clothes were tight, which would make it even more painful.

Blaine shrugged. "Sure. Or you can borrow a pair of my sweatpants." Kurt shook his head desperately. The idea of fabric touching him right now was murder.

"Okay," Blaine said, going out the room to order their pizza. An hour later, the pizza had arrived and they had set up the table in the living room with candles, wine, plates and a stack of movies. "You pick the movie," said Blaine and pecked Kurt's cheek.

Kurt whined and shuffled painfully over to the movies. "You're mean,” he muttered.

A small hidden part of Blaine sparkled to life. Kurt was still his sub, he couldn't say things like that. "What did you say?"

"I said you're mean," Kurt murmured again, not thinking.

Blaine stood up and walked over to him. "Who is your Master?” Kurt's eyes flashed in realization as he realized what he'd done. He dropped to his knees.

"Y-You are, Sir."

"That's right," said Blaine. "And I have been nothing but kind to you. Do you think I'm mean?"

Kurt bit his lip., "No, but- I..." Kurt pouted, dipping his head. "Nothing, Sir," he mumbled sulkily.

Blaine nodded. "That’s right. You just made your punishment one day longer. We will do the same thing tomorrow and you may not come."

"No! Blaine!" Kurt protested.

Blaine sat down in the couch again, not saying anything. These were the rules and Kurt was going to follow them.

Kurt stumbled to his feet, even though his cast made it slightly difficult. He tore off the cock ring angrily. "You're being an ass!" he spat while his instincts begged him to calm down.

Blaine's eyes sparkled with dominance. "I'm being a what!? I am your Master, Kurt! I'm your boyfriend, yes. But I'm also your Master! In order for this relationship to work, you must follow orders!"

"I know/," Kurt whined. "But this isn't fair! You're being an asshole!"

"How exactly am I being an asshole?" Blaine growled. "You know, I'm going easy with you on the punishments!"

"You can do this to me all night! How would you fucking like it? It hurts! You are not going easy on me!" Kurt was almost crying, he knew he was going too far, but his senses were overloading.

Blaine couldn't believe what he was hearing at all, from his own sub. "You are mine, Kurt! Even your fucking tag says so!"

"I know Blaine, okay?!" Kurt shouted.

"Maybe you don't even want me anymore!? Maybe you don't need someone to take care of you? You know what?" Blaine walked over to the door. "Fine. Fucking fine." Then he closed the door behind him, running out into the snow.

Kurt let out a sharp cry, his heart feeling like it was tearing in two. His Dom had left him, his soul mate had left him. He ran for the door without thinking running naked into the snow, not thinking about how delicate his health had been since the incidents with Thad.
"B-Blaine!" he screamed at his lover’s retreating back. "Please come back! I'm sorry!" 

Blaine turned around and saw Kurt, who was shivering violently. "What?" he snapped.

"I-I'm sorry,” he whimpered, dropping to his knees in the snow. "P-Please, Sir,” he begged, sobbing violently. "Please come inside. We can talk and you can punish me. I know I deserve it. Just p-please please don't leave me alone. D-Don't l-leave me..."

Blaine was crying as well. He knew that Kurt shouldn't be outside in the snow, not like this. He let out a sob and ran over to Kurt, almost crushing him in a hug. He picked up the fragile body and carried the boy inside, knowing that he needed warmth.

"I'm sorry, Sir," Kurt whimpered into Blaine's shoulder.

"I know," Blaine whispered. He got Kurt inside and tucked him in under the covers of their bed, laying down next to him. "You shouldn't have run outside... It's cold."

"I was scared that you were leaving me," Kurt said softly. "You still need to punish me..."

Blaine blinked. "You haven't come yet, have you?"

Kurt shook his head. "No... But I meant... For tonight. Aren't you angry?"

Blaine looked at him carefully. Sometimes, subs felt like they needed the punishment. Without it, they would feel restless. "Do you feel like you deserve it?" asked Blaine.

Kurt nodded sadly. "I was a bitch."

Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's shoulder. "Turn around, sweetheart," he whispered.

Sniffling, Kurt did as he was told. "I'm sorry..."

"You will count every spank for me, won't you?" Blaine asked and started massaging Kurt's ass.

"Yes, Sir," Kurt sniffed.

"Good boy," Blaine praised and let his hand spank Kurt's right cheek hard.

Kurt let out a high yelp. "O-One, Sir!"

Blaine nodded approvingly. The second, third and forth swat came fast after. Kurt was crying and squirming now, but he took his punishment as well as he could.

"Count for me, Kurt," Blaine said firmly. "I will not have you disobey again."

Kurt nodded, still crying. "F-Five!" he yelped. "Thank you, S-Sir!"

Blaine was only planning on doing ten. He simply couldn't hurt Kurt more than that. The last five were harder and more firm.

"T-TEN!" Kurt practically shrieked at the last one, sobbing into his pillow and twitching.

As soon as Blaine was finished, he fell onto the bed next to Kurt. "Does it hurt too bad?" he whispered.

Kurt nodded and curled into Blaine's chest, still shivering. "B-But I deserved it, Sir."

Blaine hugged Kurt close and kissed his head. "I hate punishing you," he said quietly. "I hate seeing you in pain."

"It's not your fault. I misbehaved, I was a pissy bitch."

Blaine actually giggled a little at that. "You're too precious. But don't call me Sir now. Only during punishments, okay?"

Kurt nodded, curling around Blaine and shifting so that no weight was on his burning ass. "Sorry, once I get in the sub mindset, it's hard to get out of it again."

Blaine nodded. "I know how that feels. I love you though, never forget that."

"I love you too,” Kurt whispered. "Are you still angry with me?"

Blaine shook his head. "You took your punishment well, Kurt." He kissed Kurt's shoulder and smiled. "You're good to me."

"Not as good as you are to me," Kurt purred happily. "Is there... Is there anything we can do for the pain? Please?"

Blaine winced. "I'm so sorry, baby," he said. "And I don't know... A warm bath?"

Kurt nodded. "Yes please, I'm still freezing." Blaine carefully lifted Kurt up into his arms and carried him into the bathroom.

After the bath, both of them fell asleep on the bed, still damp and holding each other tighter than ever.