Around an hour later, Kurt woke up, screaming. He trashed and cried, irritating his injuries as the nightmare took hold.

Blaine was still sitting downstairs, just staring into the wall of the guest room. No matter what Kurt said, he couldn't forgive himself. And no matter how much Kurt screamed, the sound didn't reach Blaine.

Kurt thrashed so hard that he fell out of bed, smacking his head against the bedside table and waking himself up. Dazed and still terrified, he raised his hand to his head and felt sick when he saw the amount of blood on his hand. He got up and staggered painfully, barely able to walk, down the stairs.
"B-Blaine?" he whimpered, wandering through the corridor. "B-Blaine, are you there?"

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, getting up from his position on the bed. "Are you okay?" Blaine saw Kurt holding his hand to his forehead. "Do you have a fever?" he asked softly.

Kurt nodded weakly. "And I had a nightmare... hit my head..." Blaine rushed towards him when he saw blood sipping through Kurt's fingers.

"Come on! We have to get you to the doctor!" He was already halfway through collaring Kurt, more loosely this time.

"Don't want to- to go..." he murmured feverishly.

"We have to. You'll need stitches. I can't fix this one. I'll be gentle with you, but you have to play along, at least a little bit. Can you do that?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt with a concerned expression.

Kurt nodded weakly. "W-Walking hurts..." he whimpered. "My...My ass..."

"I'll kill him, I swear," Blaine muttered. "Does it hurt really bad or can you manage?"

"I think... I think..." Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head and his legs collapsed underneath him. The pain he was already in, added to the head wound, was too much for him to take. Blaine didn't think. He picked up his phone and dialed 911.
"It's an emergency, my sub-"
"Unless it's a master in danger, you will be put on the waiting line for sub-"
"NO! You don't get it, he's dying!"
"I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing I can do." And she hung up. Furious tears were streaming down Blaine's face as he picked him up and carried him out to his car. He rushed him to the hospital and down in the basement, to the small section for subs.
"I have sub slave Kurt Hummel here and he's in a very critical state." He held Kurt up in his arms. "Please, he needs to be taken in," he told the receptionist. She looked up dispassionately and put a thick clipboard on the desk.

"You'll need to fill that in first. Your information and its, Sir." She was a switch. Switches actually had the option to chose to be a Dom or a sub, but since no one in their right mind would chose to be a sub and very few Switches were dominant enough to own one, they often worked and lived alone or with other Switches. Out of all three groups, they were the ones who had most control over their emotions.

Blaine filled out the form quickly, glancing at Kurt every now and then. He was still breathing at least. That was a good sign. He handed her the form.

"Now can you take him in?" She pointed to the seats where there were a few other Masters were sat, their sick subs at their feet.

"You'll have to wait for your turn. A doctor will see you as soon as possible."

"He's dying!" Blaine sobbed desperately. "He's dying and you're telling me to wait!?"

"That's the rules, Sir." She raised an eyebrow at how much Blaine seemed to care. "It's just a slave, Sir. You can buy another." Blaine just shook his head. No. He needed Kurt.

"What if I pay? I have money. Take 500 dollars..." He dug in his pocket and presented the money. "Take it and put us first in line." Blaine knew that it was wrong, but Kurt couldn't die. He just wouldn't let it happen.

"No, Sir,” she said firmly. "Sit down. Your case is the most severe, it's already top of the list."

"Thank you, thank you, miss!" Blaine said, a little more relieved. But as he turned his head to Kurt again, the worry came back. He picked him up and set him in his lap. "Please... Please don't leave me," he whispered. A Master leaned over, frowning. His sick female sub was lying on the floor, he was using her as a footstool.
"You okay, mate?" he asked. "That one looks like a right off, you should have just kicked him out."

"Nah," Blaine shrugged, trying to keep himself in character. Actually, the master inside of him was beginning to fade away and left was the kind, caring Blaine. "It's pretty great actually. It doesn't mind hard punishments and stuff, it's the dream slave. I'd rather keep it alive."

"Fair enough," the man shrugged. "This one's fucking useless, we're only here to make it stop crying." He gestured to the woman on the floor.
"Blaine Anderson?" an Asian man asked softly into the room. He was a Dom but he didn't feel threatening. Blaine nodded and scooped Kurt up in his arms. He walked with the doctor to a small room with no windows. It was cold and the light from the lamp was bright. Blaine laid Kurt down on the bed and sat down on a chair next to it. He thought about holding Kurt's hand, but he had no idea what the doctor was like, so he waited.

The Doctor held his hand out for Blaine to shake. "My name is Wesley Montgomery. I'm a Dominant, but I refused to treat my patients with anything but respect, submissives are still people. If you have a problem with that, Mr. Anderson, then you can leave now and feel free to try and get me fired, plenty have tried in the past, I assure you." Blaine shook his hand and nodded. He had never had more respect for anyone.

"I love him," Blaine whispered. "I don't know how it's possible, but I love him. M-My friend took him and h-he fucked him raw. Then h-he had nightmares and fell off the bed and hi-hit his head." Blaine showed him the forehead. "His whole b-body if bruised and his ass is th-the worst. Please help me," he begged, gripping Kurt's hand tightly.

Wes nodded and got to work inspecting Kurt. He was glad the boy was unconscious for this, it would have been traumatic. When he finished he turned to Blaine, his face stony.
"You said your friend did this?"

"I obviously don't consider him my friend anymore," Blaine sneered. "That sick fucking bastard!"

"Alright," Wes nodded, satisfied. "The majority of his wounds are just the superficial scratches, bites and rope-burns, and you dealt with them pretty well yourself. He has second and third degree tearing in his anus. That, and the head wound will need stitches. I would like to keep him overnight for observation but unfortunately, hospital guidelines do not permit a submissive to stay overnight,” he spat disgustedly. "He might have a concussion, so I'm going to need you to keep an eye on him, he shouldn't be left alone right now. He should be able to walk around your house as long as he takes it slow, but I don't want him walking far. I'll supply you with some antiseptic cream which you will need to apply to all of his wounds. Okay?”

Blaine nodded, taking in the information. "When should he wake up?" he asked, still worried about the limp hand resting in his own.

"I'm going to need to give him a blood transfusion, he's lost a lot today," Wes sighed. "And I need to give him his stitches. I'm going to give him a drug to make sure that he doesn't wake up until I'm done, I don't want to upset him, but I'll wake him up as soon as I'm done and you can take him home."

"Thank you," Blaine whispered. "Do you... I mean, do you have a sub? How do you treat her?"

"Lucy," Wes nodded as he got to work, setting up the transfusion. "We've been friends since we were seven, I claimed her when we were nineteen. She's my best friend and my lover, in my heart we're married whether we're allowed to or not. I'd protect her with my life, she's pregnant with our first baby."

"How do you do it when you go out?" Blaine asked, filled with respect towards the man. "It must be hard."

"It is." Wes agreed. "But I remind her before we go out and when we get back how much I love her. And no one is allowed to touch her, ever. If anyone asks it's because she's my property... You learn to adapt, and hopefully one day submissives will gain respect." He sighed as he concentrated on Kurt's stitches.

"Okay," Blaine said. He had to learn to refuse. No one touched his Kurt. "Hey, Wesley? Could we meet again sometime? Maybe over dinner with Kurt and Lucy, too? I think Kurt would love to meet her, and I would, too."
"Call me Wes. And sure... I was actually going to ask if I could come and check on Kurt tomorrow? It might not be the best time for dinner, I want Kurt to stay in bed, but Lucy will be with me." He finished the last stitch on Kurt's forehead. "There."

"Thank you so much," Blaine said, truly grateful. "And yeah, that'd be great. I could set up a table in the bedroom," he smiled softly. "Will he wake up now?"

"Soon," Wes smiled, handing Blaine a business card and the prescription for Kurt's antiseptic cream. "I'll get your address off file, I need to go and see to my other patients now. You can stay here until Kurt wakes up." He shook Blaine's hand and then left the room. Blaine let out a sigh of relief and almost smiled a little. Suddenly, Kurt's hand started moving and Blaine stood up, hovering over him.

"Kurt, can you hear me?"

"B-Blaine?" Kurt choked out weakly. "Where are w-we?"

"We're at the hospital." Blaine smiled through his tears. "They fixed you, sweetheart. You're okay now..."

"They helped?" Kurt frowned, confused. "Everything still hurts..."

"I know, honey, but it'll get better. They fixed your head and I have cream for your wounds. Everything is going to be fine." He stroked Kurt's cheek softly. "It's all okay..."

"Can we go home?" he whispered. "I... I don't like it here. Doctors hate subs..."

"Not your doctor," Blaine whispered. "Wes is really nice. He treats his sub like an equal, just like your mom and me. We're having dinner with them tomorrow. But yes, we can go home." Blaine picked Kurt up and carried him to the car, laying him down across the back seats. "Will you be okay here?" he asked.

"Just... Drive slow?" Kurt requested, closing his eyes. "Do you have any painkillers?"

"No," Blaine said, a little mad at himself for not thinking about that. "But I'll drive slow and we'll be home in a few minutes."

Five minutes later, they were pulling into the garage. Kurt pulled himself up painfully and climbed out of the car, looking at the clock on the wall.

"Oh G-God..." he groaned, looking at the time. "I'm s-so sorry... I'll get started on your dinner now..."

Blaine smiled at Kurt with tear filled eyes. "Stop it," he whispered. "I'm making you dinner today. You're going straight to bed." Blaine didn't even have to fight his inner any longer. It was just so... easy. Maybe it was just that love was easy. It must have been love.

Kurt's eyes widened as he leant heavily on the car. "But it's my job..."

Blaine picked Kurt up into his arms again. "You're badly hurt. You're not making me dinner, that's an order." He smiled and kissed Kurt's nose softly. Kurt curled into Blaine's chest, relaxing as the order was made.

"Okay..." he whispered, closing his eyes. "Blaine... If you carry on being friends with Thad... is it okay if I don't have to see him? I'm scared..." Blaine stopped walking and looked down at the boy in his arms.

"Do you really think I'd consider him my friend after this?"

"I don't know,” Kurt whispered softly. "He was your friend before I was around... And I-I s-suppose he was just doing what was in his nature..." Kurt hated himself, he hated that he'd lost all of his fight, but he was broken and tired and in pain and he didn't have the energy to fight right now. Blaine didn't say anything until he had tucked Kurt into bed. He laid down next to him, facing him.

"Kurt... Just a day ago, I thought that being mean was all I could be. But it turns out that someone just had to save me from that thought... Someone like you. And I think that's just what I needed... Love. Love was what I needed."

"I love you too..." Kurt breathed. "I know that it's fast and I know that it's crazy but... maybe you're my True Dom." 
A Dominant could take charge of any sub, that was their right, and an unclaimed sub would have to obey them- But every submissive had a 'True Dom', it was kind of like a soul mate, it was the Dominant that they were born to serve. If a sub and Dom were soul mates, it would show when the Dom claimed the slave. A small tattoo would automatically appear on your right wrist. It was very rare to find your true Dom and true sub, but it happened sometimes.
"Maybe you're my true sub," Blaine whispered. "When you're better, I will claim you and we'll find out."

Kurt nodded. "Okay,” he breathed. He was starving, but he didn't want to be alone for the time it would take Blaine to cook. Blaine leaned in to press his lips to Kurt's gently, knowing that the sub needed the strength.

"Stay here and try to keep calm for me. I need you to lay still. Do you want music while you're waiting?"

"Yes please," Kurt whispered. "Just... hurry, please?"

"I will," Blaine said and squeezed Kurt's hand. He turned on some Michael Bublé on his audio system and then walked out of the room. Kurt curled in bed, trying to keep calm while he waited for Blaine.

Blaine made him some soup and it didn't take him more than fifteen minutes. He carried the two bowls upstairs on a tray and walked into the room.

"Dinner is served."

Kurt pushed himself up, but winced. "I... I can't sit,” he blushed. "It hurts too much."

"That's okay," Blaine smiled softly and sat on the bed next to Kurt. He took a spoon full of soup and brought it to Kurt's mouth. "It shouldn't be too hot." Kurt took the spoon into his mouth and relaxed as it warmed him through.

"Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for," Blaine smiled again and gave him more soup. When the bowl was empty, Blaine continued giving him soup from his own, not caring if he had to go hungry. Kurt got around half way through Blaine's bowl before he was full. He relaxed backwards as Blaine finished his soup.

Blaine chuckled when he saw Kurt relaxing. "Couldn't save more soup for me, could you?" he winked and ate the rest of the soup. He soon realized that it had been a very bad thing to say. Kurt's eyes snapped open and he found himself shaking as he stumbled out of bed and sank to his knees, letting out a whine of pain.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir. I'll go and m-make some more."

"No, please, Kurt, it's fine! I'm fine." He helped Kurt back into bed and took his shivering form in his arms. "You poor thing," he murmured into Kurt's hair.

"W-What?" Kurt asked softly.

"We're a couple, remember?" Blaine kissed the side of Kurt's face. "You can't cook when you're feeling this bad."

"I know, but I'm still a sub... It was one of our rules..."

"Well, I'm changing it," Blaine said. "All of the rules only apply to when you're completely healthy."

Kurt's eyes widened happily. "Really?" He relaxed into Blaine's arms. "Thank you."
"Really," Blaine confirmed. "I just... I want you to be mine," he whispered softly. "I want to claim you now... Would you be able to remember it if I did?"

"I...I think so." Kurt smiled gently, intertwining his fingers with the other man’s. Blaine's face lit up in yet another smile. He looked at their fingers and knew. He just knew that this was right.

"I'll start," he whispered. "Sub slave Kurt Hummel, I promise to always protect and love you. I promise to never push you to do anything and I promise to never hurt you. I claim you and bind you to me. Nothing and no one can come in the way."

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes. "Dom Master Blaine Anderson, I promise to always love and obey you. I promise to, to the best of my ability, do anything that you ask of me without argument. I promise to always be here for you and to take care of you and your house. I promise to raise our children if we decide that's what we want in the future. I accept your claim and I am now bound to you. Nothing and no one can come in the way."

Blaine smiled and pressed Kurt closer so that their lips were inches apart. "I love you," he breathed. He could almost feel their bond getting stronger and he knew that some kind of power would press them together as soon as their lips met. He'd read all about it.

"I love you too," Kurt whispered, gasping as Blaine closed the gap between them, initiating the kiss. It was like everything else disappeared, really. Their bodies sort of melted together and everything around them didn't seem important at all. Blaine had never experienced anything like it before. When they broke apart, Kurt was panting slightly. He held out his wrist to Blaine.

"You check,” he whispered. "I can't..." Blaine took a deep breath and looked at it. He was barely surprised when he saw the small leaf tattooed to Kurt's wrist, he was just happy, so insanely happy.

"K-Kurt," he stuttered. "We're it. We're it for each other.”