"He looks exhausted," Lucy said softly when she and Wes came back an hour later.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, he's had a rough few days."
"What are you going to do about your friend?" Wes spat, holding Lucy close.

"I don't know..." Blaine looked troubled. "What can I do?"

"Nothing," Lucy sighed. "He was-" She swallowed, looking sick. "He was perfectly within his 'rights' to do this to Kurt."

"I've been there though," Blaine admitted quietly. "When I bought Kurt, I aimed to treat him like that. But then he got a bruise and I looked at it and- I just couldn't. It was like something switched in me. He's the most beautiful and amazing person I have met. But partly, I understand Thad. He let his natural instincts take over."

"A Dom's instincts are not an excuse to do that to a person. Your instinct is to be in charge, to control everything. You can do that quite easily without being a monster!" Wes snarled.

"I didn't say he followed his instincts, I said he let them take over. Also, this was how we were brought up. This is the only way he knows... I still can't believe it though. He's always been too extreme. You're right, he is a monster. I just wish I could have seen it earlier."

"It's too late now," Wes muttered. "All you can do is keep him away from Kurt. Does-does he have a sub of his own?"

"He does," Blaine sighed. "I-" A sudden wave of illness struck him. Thad's sub must have been tortured for ages. "I need to go to Thad's house!"

Lucy's eyes widened. "Is... Is that a good idea?"

"I need to!" Blaine decided. "I'm not going to leave him to his death. It- I mean, he could be dead already." Blaine stood up and grabbed his wallet and cell phone. "I'll be back!"

"Blaine!" Wes called after him. "He's your friend's property! You'll have to buy him!"

"I have money!" Blaine yelled back and then disappeared out of the house.

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Once he was at Thad's door, he was shaking slightly. He had a plan, but it was quite risky. He rang the doorbell once. There was screaming inside the house and then the huge door opened and Blaine was met by a horrendously skinny sub. He was blonde and tall, but he was hunched over like he was expecting a blow. His entire body was covered in bite marks, scratches and bruises and the fingers on one hand were twisted and broken. He was wearing only a small, tight pair of pink, lacy women's panties and a pink collar that was so tight he could barely breathe through it. He instantly sunk to his knees in front of Blaine, wheezing painfully. He didn’t say a word, waiting for Blaine to speak.

"I want to help you," Blaine whispered softly, not wanting Thad to hear. "Thad is a monster, I have understood that now. You need help out of here. I will buy you from him." The boy didn't meet Blaine's eyes, he couldn't. He was young, younger than Kurt, maybe not even seventeen yet, and he was terrified.

"Master is in his study, Sir,” he whispered. Blaine almost panicked when the boy didn't react to his words.

"Didn't you hear?" he said quietly. "I can get you out of this place! Don't you want that?"

The boy flinched. "P-Please Sir..." he begged as quietly as he could. "Y-You're going to get me k-killed."

"I'm not going to get you killed. I'm going to save your life." Blaine walked around the small boy and into the house. He walked straight up to the study. "Hey, Thad!" Blaine tried to sound as happy as possible.

Thad looked up from his lap top and grinned. "Blaine! How are you? You want a drink? I can send the whore to get you one?"

"Actually, I have to get going pretty soon. I just wanted to talk about your slave... What's its name?" Blaine asked, trying to sound like his old self.

"Jeff Sterling. Though I doubt it knows it now after six months with me," Thad chuckled darkly. "Why?"

"I want to buy him," Blaine said shortly. "I'll pay you double as much as a slave costs on the market."

Thad frowned and stood up. "Why do you want it? It's pretty worn out... Did I really break your slut that badly?"

"I just feel like I need another one, and yours looks perfect. Please can I have it? I'll pay you anything, just say a price." Blaine needed to take Jeff back to his place, he couldn't let Thad do this.

"That leaves me with no slave, Blaine." Thad raised an eyebrow. "Do I get access to both of yours until I can purchase another?"

Blaine shuddered at the mere thought of that. "No. They'd be mine. Just please."

Thad rolled his eyes. "Fine. It's useless anyway, I've got as much fun out of it as I can. I want five hundred." He smirked, not expecting Blaine to pay it in a thousand years. He had only paid eighteen for his own slave after all.

Blaine took up his wallet and gave Thad five hundred dollars in cash. "Happy?" he asked.

"Sure." Thad's eyes widened as he took the money and counted it. "Take it, it's yours. I wouldn't expect much from it though."
"Doesn't matter," Blaine shrugged. He didn't even say goodbye before marching out of the room to get Jeff. The boy was placed exactly where Blaine had left him. He had not been told he was allowed to stand up. "Stand up and come with me," Blaine commanded.

Jeff's eyes flicked upwards in surprise. "S-Sir?"
"I bought you," said Blaine simply. He could hear Thad coming downstairs and suddenly, Jeff was being kicked in the back by the taller man. The boy fell forward onto his hands and feet, coughing desperately, trying to get air past the tight collar.

"Get up and leave, you useless slut. I don't need you anymore!"

Blaine took hold of Jeff's arm and led him to his car. "I'll take it from here, Thad!" he shouted back to Thad and then gestured for the boy to sit in the front seat next to him. Jeff hesitated, watching Blaine with wide, uncertain eyes. He curled up on the floor, in the gap between the seat and the dashboard. Slaves weren't permitted seats. Blaine realized that there was no need of arguing right now, so he said nothing. He just sat down and started driving.

"I have another sub," he told Jeff. "I have claimed him and he is my true sub." He felt like Jeff needed to know this. Jeff didn't answer, he just stared at the floor, but he started shaking. He couldn't understand why Blaine had bought him. Blaine suddenly remembered Jeff's collar and reached to try and get it off. He soon realized that he couldn't do it with only one hand.

"Take off your collar. That is an order."

"I c-can't, Master," he stuttered. "It's l-locked on."

Blaine frowned. "Does Thad have the key?" Jeff nodded mutely. Blaine made a U turn and rushed back to Thad's house. He knocked the door.

"Thad!" he called. "You have the key to its collar!"

Thad opened the door and smirked. "Actually, I just flushed it. Oh well, I guess it's your problem now."

"You flushed his key!?" Blaine's anger was taking over and he knew it was bad, but he just couldn't keep it inside. "You fucking flushed his key!?"

"Well sure," Thad shrugged innocently. "Why not? It's not like it belongs to me anymore. I'm sure you'll find a way to remove it."

"Fuck you!" Blaine spat at Thad's feet before marching towards his car. Jeff looked up at Blaine from where he was sitting on the floor, his eyes full of fear and hope. It was obvious that six months with Thad had completely destroyed him.

"It's going to be okay," Blaine promised. He gave Jeff a small smile before starting the car.

They pulled up to the house quickly and Jeff stayed where he was, physically drained. He wasn't sure he could get up even if Blaine ordered him to.

Blaine walked over to Jeff's side and kneeled shakily beside him. "Do you think you can walk?" he asked softly. The blonde shook his head, tears running down his cheeks as he cringed away from Blaine, expecting to be hit.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Blaine said and tried to reach out for Jeff again. He picked him up into his arms and kicked the car door close behind him. Jeff was rigid in Blaine's arms, shaking badly. Blaine carried him upstairs quickly and walked into one of the empty bedrooms.

"Wes! Get over here! Lucy, you can stay with Kurt," he called out.

Wes practically ran into the room. "What's going on-? Oh God..." He froze, staring at the blonde lying on the bed. "Is this...?"

"Thad's slave." Blaine's voice was thick with tears. "His name is Jeff Sterling and he's been abused for six months.” Blaine slid down Jeff's panties and gently turned him around. He winced when he saw Jeff's ass. If he had thought Kurt looked bad after his assault, Jeff was ten times worse.

"Alright." Wes forced his voice to remain steady. "I need you to get me a first aid kit, towels, warm water, painkillers and any bandages you have in the house. Then I want you to go and look after Kurt and Lucy while I work, okay?"

Blaine nodded mutely and went to get the things. He came back quickly. "Are you sure you don't need any help?"

Wes looked at Blaine desperately. "I do, but I don't want to leave Lucy and Kurt alone right now. Kurt's seriously hurt and Lucy could go into labor at any time."

"They can look after each other," Blaine said. "Jeff needs us the most right now." Nodding, Wes got to work, telling Blaine how to help.

Nearly two hours later, they'd done all they could do and they'd managed to get Jeff to sleep, his ass was badly damaged but Wes had a car full of hospital supplies that he stole to help subs. He'd managed to stitch him up as well as he could, almost all of his infected cuts and bites had been cleaned and bandaged.

Wes turned to Blaine. "Can I assume he's staying here with you?"

Blaine nodded. "Of course." He looked down at the boy and noticed the goose bumps all over his body. He opened the wardrobe and pulled out a blanket, tucking Jeff down under it. "He needs a new life," Blaine said quietly.
Wes nodded. "Right. I don't want him walking until I say he can. The tearing is so much more extensive than Kurt's. I'll bring you a wheelchair, we have one from when Lucy broke her leg. You can use the same cream on him that you do on Kurt. To be honest I'm most worried about how he'd effected mentally, it's going to be a long road to convincing him he's worth anything." Wes went quiet for a moment before speaking again. "Blaine... How old would you say he is? Because if he's under eighteen, it was illegal for Thad to own him..."

In Blaine's rage, he hadn't even thought about that. "He can't be eighteen yet... Could I get Thad sent to prison?" he asked slowly.

Wes hesitated. "Maybe. It is illegal to have a sub younger than eighteen but... society is so biased towards Doms, and if Thad is rich..."

"Not especially," Blaine said with a shrug. "We'll try to get it out of Jeff when he wakes up."

"Be gentle with him..." Wes frowned. "We need to get that collar off, he can barely breath past it. I don't think it's been removed since Thad bought him..."

"I don't think so either. Do you know any kind of tool that would work? I don't really know... That metal's strong." Blaine frowned worriedly.

Wes looked it over. "I think we'd need a hacksaw but I don't think we could do it without hurting him." He checked the lock. "Could you do me a favor? Run to Lucy and ask her for a hair grip?"

Blaine nodded. He ran away and came back a minute later with the grip. "I think I'm decent at picking locks, too. But you can try first."

"No." Wes shook his head. "I'm useless, I was just going to poke around and see if it worked."

"Alright," said Blaine and took it. He leaned in close to Jeff and after about ten minutes, he heard a small 'click'. He pulled it open and off of Jeff. "Finally," he sighed. The skin underneath was raw, completely rubbed away and weeping with open wounds. Blaine had expected that damage, so he simply took some of the cream Kurt had gotten and applied it to the wounds carefully.

"Do you think he'll wake up anytime soon?" he whispered to Wes.

"He's exhausted," Wes sighed. "But I doubt he's been allowed to sleep much, so his body probably won't let him... It's hard to say."

"We'll see," said Blaine quietly. "Hey Wes?"

"Yeah?" Wes asked softly, washing the blood off his hands.

"Thank you," said Blaine honestly. "Really, I've never met someone as compassionate and caring as you. I- It means a lot."

"It's fine, Blaine," Wes smiled. "I don't have many friends... I refuse to socialize with anyone who treats subs like animals. I'd like it if we could spend time together? I can help you with Jeff, he's going to need a lot of it..." He looked sadly at the boy on the bed, he looked so young.

"I'd like that," Blaine said and smiled, squeezing Wes' shoulder lightly. They walked back to the master bedroom and found Lucy and Kurt chatting and laughing. "You can bring over Lucy anytime as well, Wes," Blaine said quietly to the other man.

Wes nodded. "Once she has the baby I'll definitely take you up on that. I don't like the idea of them being home alone when I'm working long shifts."

"That's totally fine." Blaine walked over to the bed again and crawled up next to Kurt. "Hey there."

"Hi," Kurt whispered. "Did you- Did you get him? Is he alright?" Kurt had to admit he was a little jealous that Blaine now had a second sub, but he understood.

"I got him, but-" Blaine swallowed and looked down. "Let's just say that what Thad did to you... He'd been doing that to Jeff every day for six months now, and more. We cleaned him up though. Let's just hope it's enough..."

Kurt bit his lip and struggled out of bed, wincing as he got onto his feet. "Is it okay if I go and sit with him? He shouldn't wake up alone..."

Blaine's eyes got a little darker when Kurt stood up. He had ordered him to stay in bed. "I gave you one order, Kurt. One single order." Blaine wasn't exactly angry, but he was strict.

Kurt tensed, he'd forgotten. "B-But... I don't want him to be alone..."

"We can bring him in here. You do not get up from that bed unless I say so." Blaine turned his back to Kurt and went to get Jeff. He wasn't going to punish his slave, but Kurt needed to know that he had disobeyed orders.

Kurt sat back down and chewed on his lip, his eyes filling with tears. Lucy rubbed his back.

"It's okay,” she whispered. "It's hard to find the balance... But you have to obey him, you know he can still punish you, he's your Dom, it's his job. He just wouldn't be cruel about it."

Blaine came in a few seconds later with Jeff in his arms. He laid him down on the other side of the double bed, then got himself a chair to sit next to the wounded boy.

"He's completely broken," Blaine whispered. "And exhausted."

Kurt took in a sharp breath and stroked the matted blonde hair.

"Blaine..." he whispered. "Now that you have two subs... does that mean that you love me less?"

Blaine looked up at Kurt in surprise. "Of course not. You are my true sub and my love. I will not be doing anything... sexual with Jeff at all. He just needs to stay here until he gets stronger and we can get a nice Master to buy him."

Relaxing instantly, Kurt nodded. "He can be like our little brother..." he smiled softly. "I'm sorry I disobeyed you, Blaine. I just forgot..."
"It's okay. Just don't do it again." Blaine waved it off and looked over at Wes and Lucy. They were sitting tightly pressed together, Lucy with her head on Wes' shoulder.

"We're going to go," Wes whispered to Blaine. "I don't want to overwhelm Jeff with too many people. Call me if you need any help with either of them, okay?"

Blaine bit his lip, but then nodded. "Okay. We'll keep in touch. It was nice seeing you both." He smiled at them before they left the room.

Kurt was watching Jeff intently. "How could he hurt him like this?" he whispered. "How did he even get him? He's too young to have been sold at auction..."

"I don't know actually... But we're going to press charges, because this is illegal." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand securely. "I'm so glad you're safe." Just then, Jeff started to stir a little next to them. His eyes opened weakly, and then widened. He tried to get up, but Kurt pushed him back down gently.

"Hey, careful..."

"I-I," Jeff stuttered. He turned and saw Blaine. "S-Sir!" His eyes widened and he stumbled off of the bed in a cry of pain to kneel at Blaine's feet. "I-I'm so sorry that I slept, Master." He bowed his head. "You must p-punish me."
Blaine just shook his head. "Look at me, Jeff." So he did. "The only order I'm giving you right now is to rest. You may not leave this bed. Understood?"

Jeff didn't hesitate, though he didn't understand, and he crawled back up onto the bed, groaning in pain.
"Blaine...." Kurt whispered softly. "Please can we clothe him? I don't want him to feel uncomfortable..."

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, I was just about to do that actually." He searched through his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of underwear, sweatpants and a black t-shirt. He dressed Jeff silently. The clothes were much bigger than the small boy, but that was exactly what Blaine had thought of. It's always more comfortable with big clothes.

"W-Why are you being nice to me, Master?" Jeff asked, looking down. Kurt stroked his hair soothingly and waited for Blaine to answer.

"Because I realized," Blaine finished dressing Jeff and sat down on the edge of the bed. "That we can't keep treating subs like animals. You're people, just like me and every other Master."

Jeff met his eyes and the boy's huge green eyes were terrified. "I... You really believe that?"
"He does," Kurt whispered. "He's my True Dom and he loves me. We're a couple, not just a slave and a Master." He smiled as the blonde relaxed. "Jeff?" He asked softly. "How old are you?"
He froze, but then decided he couldn't lie, not with his new Master sat right there. "S-Sixteen."

Blaine reached out and put his hand on top of Jeff's. "Did you come to Thad when you were fifteen?" he asked softly. His heart was racing, but he didn't want to scare the boy.

Jeff nodded nervously. "I... Y-Yes. I turned sixteen two months ago."

"Okay," Blaine nodded. "Here's what's going to happen, Jeff. You're going to live here with us, I'll prepare a room for you. We are going to press charges against Thad, because keeping you did not only almost take your life, but it's also illegal, since you're not eighteen. I will not punish you or do anything sexual with you. I'll treat you well, but I still expect you to follow orders. You can stay here until we find another Master for you, a nice one."

Eyes wide, the blonde nodded. He couldn't believe this, his life was completely turned around, but he was still a little distrustful.

"Growing up..." he whispered. "I h-had a best friend, he was called Nick, he's two years older than me, Sir. He'll just about be eighteen now. I was... I was promised to him a-and we l-loved each-other..." He broke off, coughing harshly.

Blaine rushed away to get a glass of water. He came back and handed it to the still coughing boy. He soon realized that he wasn't able to hold up the glass himself, so he set the glass to Jeff's lips and let him drink silently. The coughs disappeared and Blaine relaxed.

"Where is Nick now?" he asked carefully.

"I don't know..." Jeff cried. "M-My Dad w-was broke and he n-needed the money. N-Nick wasn't eighteen yet s-s-so Dad sold me t-to M-Ma-" He paused, not certain what he should call Thad.

"You can call him Thad," said Blaine calmly. "I'm your Master now. Do you know Nick's last name?"

"D-D-Duval," Jeff forced out, his chest rising and falling quickly with the effort of saying as much as he had.

"Okay," Blaine nodded. "Don't speak anymore, alright? I'm going to try and find Nick for you and also your family if you want."

Jeff shook his head. "N-No," he stuttered.

"No more talking. And okay, I'll find Nick, but not your family. I understand." He smiled and squeezed Jeff's hand again. "Will you be okay here for a moment?" he asked Kurt. "I need to make you two some food."

"Do you want me to help?" Kurt asked softly. He knew he was hurt, but Jeff was a hundred time worse.

"It's okay. You're also on bed duty, sweetie," he smiled softly and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. "I'll be back in twenty minutes."

Kurt nodded, wrapping his arms gently around Jeff, hoping it would get him to calm down. Jeff was still shaking badly and he looked up when Kurt hugged him.

"H-How is it t-to have a l-loving Master?"

Humming soothingly, Kurt thought about his answer. "Me and Blaine have been together for less than a week, and for the first day he was... he was a lot like Thad, but we're each other's true pairing, the love is already there and it'll only grow with time. It's like... I never have to be scared, he'll always protect me and love me. You too for as long as you're with us."

Jeff nodded, finding it easier to breathe already. "I don't know anything other than pain," he admitted quietly. "All of the things I-I experienced b-before I came to Thad are only b-blank m-memories. I don't remember any ot-ther feeling th-than pain."

"Blaine will help you," Kurt whispered. "I will, too. We'll get you through this. We'll make you strong, I swear it."

"Thank you," Jeff mumbled. He was just so tired and his ass was aching. He knew why. Every night, Thad had tied him up and fucked him for hours, most of the time without any preparation. Jeff had screamed and tried to fight back, but Thad had just pounded harder and told him to thank him. So Jeff had thanked him for fucking him raw. "Thank you, Master, thank you," he would say as blood was dripping out of his sore ass. He had slept in the basement every night, on the cold stone floor. Thad had made him thank him for letting him sleep at all. He'd get two hours of sleep every night before he had to fix the house. He cleaned the entire house every morning and then made breakfast for Thad. If there was any left-overs from it, that's what he would eat. If not, he didn't get any food. The punishments had been abusive and rough. He had kicked him in the groin, the stomach, didn't give him food for three days and similar things. During the nights, he would cry and miss Nick more than anything.

Kurt whispered soft words of encouragement into the broken boy’s hair. "Just try and stay awake for a little while longer to eat something, okay?" he begged. "Then you can sleep as much as you want. Blaine will find Nick for you, I promise." Jeff nodded tiredly.

Blaine came back ten minutes later and his heart almost broke when he saw the two boys entwined on the bed. Kurt was soothing the shaking boy and Blaine had never seen a sight as sad and beautiful.

"I have food for both of you," he said gently and set down a tray on the nightstand.

Jeff instantly tried to sit up, but Kurt laid a hand on his shoulder. "Don't... You'll hurt yourself." His eyes met Blaine's as they wondered how to do this.

Blaine walked over to Kurt and handed him a plate of mashed potatoes and meatballs. "Can you eat by yourself? I think Jeff needs to be fed."

Kurt nodded softly, his jealousy had gone and he just wanted to help his gentle, broken boy. He took the plate off Blaine with a soft "thank you", and took a small bite as he watched Blaine go back to help Jeff.

Blaine sat down next to Jeff and picked up some mashed potatoes on a fork. "You have to eat," he said gently.

Jeff propped himself up painfully. "I'm not... I'm not allowed to eat, Master," he forced out gently, assuming Blaine had just forgotten. He couldn't really be allowed food, could he?

"I said I'd treat you like an equal and I meant it." Blaine set the fork to Jeff's lips. "Don't make me force you." Jeff's bottom lip trembled, but he nodded, opening his mouth to take the potato. He watched Blaine warily as he ate it, as if expecting Blaine to snap and snatch back the plate. Blaine fed Jeff the entire plate and even though the sub looked doubtful, he noticed how hungry he was. When both of them were done, Blaine sat back in the chair.

"Jeff... What did he do to you? If we're going to press charges, we need to know everything." Jeff shut off, curling in on himself, but he'd been trained harshly and he couldn't not answer a direct question from his Master.

"He... He t-tied me up. Every night... and h-he... he fucked me h-hard for... for hours. He... He didn't use any l-lube and he d-didn't prepare me. I... I had to thank him. On... On e-every thrust. That started the f-first night he b-bought me."

Blaine felt sick. He couldn't even keep it inside any longer. He held a hand over his mouth and ran to the bathroom. He threw up in the toilet - something he never would have done only a week earlier because of something like this. He sat there on the floor afterwards, just enjoying the coolness of it. Tears were streaming down his face. He couldn't understand himself. How could he possibly have been a part of torturing someone that way? His sobs got louder and louder.

Kurt bit his lip, he'd been ordered to stay in bed, but Blaine needed him. His kissed Jeff on the forehead and limped to the bathroom, falling on his knees next to Blaine and wrapping his arms around him. Blaine didn't say anything, he just fell into Kurt's arms and sobbed out the tears he had kept inside for so long. After around half an hour of Kurt rocking Blaine while he cried, the older man started to calm down.

"Blaine, honey..." Kurt whispered carefully. "I know that you're hurting right now, but Jeff probably thinks you're being sick in here because you're disgusted with him. He probably has more to tell you."

Blaine nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm sorry... I- Let's go back." He stood up shakily and helped Kurt up on his feet. They walked back to the room, supporting each other. "I'm sorry, Jeff," Blaine whispered.

The blonde was curled in on himself, whimpering. "Did I do something wrong, Master?"

"No, you didn't," Blaine said carefully. "Thad did. I'm sorry for that, I just- I can't believe I let this go on for so long. I'm sorry, Jeff." Jeff sniffed, still looking at his knees.
"Jeff... Can you tell us what else he did to you?" Kurt asked quietly, playing with the blonde hair again.
"He... He... didn't let me eat. I'd get is left overs twice a day, but... but only once every few days. I was only allowed water from... from a bowl on the floor. I slept on the- the stone floor in the basement b-but only two h-hours a night. I... I h-had to thank h-him for that too. I was only allowed to w-wear g-girls panties and I... I was never allowed to come. He'd p-put a cock ring on m-me. I... I haven't come in six months..." Jeff was crying badly, his frail body shaking.

Blaine threw a look at Kurt that would reassure him of that Blaine loved him and only him. Then he crawled up in the bed next to Jeff and took him into his arms. "It's okay," Blaine whispered. "You can cry." Blaine decided that they would talk to him more later. Right now, he needed rest and comfort. Jeff gripped to Blaine, suddenly seeming like the sixteen year old child he actually was. He gripped to him tightly, sobbing into his neck, the collar of Blaine's shirt was soaked within seconds.
"Kiss him," Kurt whispered, too low for Jeff to hear. "Even if it's just on the cheek, kiss him. He needs the strength."

Blaine was shocked by Kurt's words, but he knew that was what he needed to do. He gave Kurt an apologetic look before pulling back just enough to kiss Jeff gently on his lips. Jeff gasped and glanced nervously at Kurt, but he melted into the kiss, drawing enough strength out of it to calm down and fall asleep. Blaine laid Jeff's head to rest it on his chest.

"Sorry, honey," Blaine told Kurt quietly. "He obviously needed it."

"It's okay," Kurt smiled softly, still stroking Jeff's hair. "I know you love me, and he loves Nick. Blaine..." Kurt's voice was choked, crying softly. "How could... How could anyone do all of that to a fifteen year old child? Even kids at the school aren't treated like that."

"I don't know," Blaine whispered. "But it's our job to take care of him now." Blaine walked around the bed and squeezed himself in next to Kurt instead. "It looks like you could use a kiss, too."

Kurt nodded, tears pricking his eyes. "It... It really hurts, but I didn't want to make a fuss. Jeff's more hurt than me."

Blaine rested a hand on Kurt's chest. "I'll take care of both of you. I know you're hurting, too." He leaned in and kissed Kurt on his lips. The kiss was long and loving. Blaine tried to make Kurt feel everything he had inside, all the love and passion. Kurt whined into the kiss, deepening it, trying desperately to make it last longer. Blaine cupped Kurt's cheek and opened his mouth to let his tongue meet Kurt's. It felt so amazing to be close to Kurt in that way, but he knew it felt even better for Kurt. The brown haired boy kept kissed, knowing it was Blaine's job to pull away. When he finally did, Kurt cuddled close to him.

"You'll find Nick, won't you?" he asked softly. "Jeff told me he can't remember anything but pain and abuse. He can barely remember what life was like before Thad bought him."

"I'll try my hardest..." Blaine swallowed softly. "I hope he hasn't changed his last name though... It'd be close to impossible in that case." Blaine closed the final inch between them and hugged Kurt. "I'll do everything I can," he whispered. Kurt nodded, his eyes drooping shut sleepily as he let out an adorable yawn.

"You're cute," Blaine said with a small smile. "Completely adorable."

"Am I?" Kurt asked softly, frowning, honestly confused. "Okay... Do you have work tomorrow? Am I allowed out of bed?"

"Yeah, I do have work... But it's not like I need the money. I could skip if you want me to?"

Kurt shook his head. "No... I don't want to keep you from your work. I can look after Jeff while you're gone."

"Honesty, Kurt," Blaine reminded. "Do you want me to stay?"

"Yes, Sir," Kurt whispered, chastised. "But I know your job is important."
"I'll stay," Blaine decided. "You are more important that anything."

"Thank you," Kurt smiled. "And... Am I allowed up tomorrow?"

"If you're better, then yes. But wait until I wake up. We can decide together. Jeff is not allowed up though... Probably not for weeks," Blaine sighed.

"Really?" Kurt asked, shocked. "How's he going to get around?"

"We'll help him to the bathroom of course, but if he moves right now, he'll make the pain even worse. We'll see how long it takes, okay?" Blaine pressed Kurt closer and closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of his love.

Kurt nodded, letting out another tiny yawn. "Will you help me take a bath tomorrow?" he asked softly.

"Anything for you, love," Blaine whispered. He tried to use as many pet names as possible. Kurt needed as much affection as he could get.
Smiling, Kurt nuzzled at Blaine's shoulder. "Please can I go to sleep?"

"You could have gone to sleep half an hour ago if you wanted to," Blaine said and kissed Kurt's forehead. "Sleep, sweetie.”

"Night, Blaine..." Kurt murmured, closing his eyes, relishing the fact he was allowed to use Blaine's first name. Blaine buried his face in Kurt's soft hair and held him tight. He fell asleep within one minute, completely drained with energy.