“And she wanted me to do her homework for her. Like all of it. I barely have time for my own.” Rachel said, sighing in frustration. Kurt could tell Rachel was in no way looking forward to the next year being slave to Quinn Fabray, who was probably more than pleased to get to torture Rachel every day.

“Rachel, I think you’re taking this way out of proportion. I doubt it’ll be that bad, honestly. At least you don’t have a perv for a Master.” Kurt rolled his eyes, sitting on top of Rachel’s bed. It was getting dark out, Kurt would have to be home soon, and who knows what Blaine would make him do tomorrow…

“Oh, I’m sorry Kurt. At least Quinn is bearable at times, when she’s not being a bitch. What are you going to do if Blaine tells you to do something you don’t want to do?” Rachel asked, leaning in close to Kurt, a look of concern spread across her face. Kurt knew Rachel meant well, but she was starting to get annoying.

“Rach, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t very well say no, now can I?”

“Kurt if you-“

“No, Rachel, you don’t get it. He can do whatever the fuck he wants to me, and no one will do anything about it. It’s scary, Rachel, like you wouldn’t believe, knowing that someone somewhere owns you, that you’re property.” Kurt stood up, ranting more, hoping Rachel will get the hint and shut up about herself. “You have it easy, okay? You have Quinn, who isn’t that bad a lot of the time, and you’ve known her your whole life. I have... him.”

Her eyes grew wide as she realized what had happened.

“Oh my god. He asked you to-you know what?” She asked, putting her hand over her mouth in surprise.

Tears welled up at Kurt’s eyes as he told her the story of this morning, in the halls. When he had finished, he felt Rachel’s arms wrap around him as she whispered soothing words into his ears. But not even the pep talks of one Rachel Berry could cheer Kurt up.

Kurt flung his scarf around his neck as he walked down the halls with pride. It was customary for slaves to meet up with their owners every morning for a few minutes to go over certain things. Kurt had already ruined most of his first impression with Blaine, and if he didn’t want his senior year to be hell, he’d better start to make amends.
He turned the corner, spotting Blaine putting a textbook into his locker in the middle of the hall.

With confidence, Kurt marched towards him, clearing his throat to announce his presence. Blaine laughed as he started to put yet another book into his locker, raising his eyebrows.

“How are you today, slave?” Blaine blatantly asked, not turning his head.

Hold it in, Kurt. Don’t even say anything.

“Although I would appreciate it if you called me Kurt, I’m doing just fine.” He said through clenched teeth.

“Really? I’m not. I’ve been feeling rather lonely lately, and I need someone to…” Blaine leant in close to Kurt’s ear. “Satisfy my hunger, shall we say?”

Kurt shivered. Blaine smirked, going back to his original position.

“So I was wondering if you needed anything, sir.”

Blaine’s eyebrow rose, his lips twitching at the ends, almost forming a smile.

“Well, if you say so.” Blaine shrugged, taking it as permission to swing his hand around Kurt’s waist, and pull him next to him. Kurt grimaced, Blaine’s touch strangely delicate. Even though he detested it, it felt a bit nice.

Wait.

No.

I can’t think that way. Not now, not ever.

Kurt let Blaine run his hands up and down his waist, the action sending chills up his spine.

“Why do you look so uncomfortable?” Blaine asked, licking the tip of Kurt’s ear.

Kurt automatically recoiled, making space between him and Blaine. The look on Blaine’s face… Was that hurt? Kurt doubted it.

Blaine reached forward, grabbing Kurt’s arm angrily, so tight he couldn’t break out of it.

“Come with me,” Blaine growled, pulling a struggling Kurt into the nearest empty room, an English classroom.

Slamming the door behind him, Blaine finally let go of Kurt, who was clenching his arm in pain.

Kurt lifted up his sleeve, wincing at the red mark where Blaine had grabbed him. Kurt’s breath fastened, and his heart racing.

To say the least, he was scared of Blaine right
now.

“What the fuck am I doing wrong?” Blaine yelled, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

This idiot really didn’t know? Kurt thought to himself incredulously.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Alright Kurt, just listen.”

He called me Kurt.

Blaine’s demeanor calmed down immediately, his entire self calming, his walls coming down. He lifted his eyes to Kurt’s, and for once they were soft, and calm.

“I don’t know what to do to get you to do what I want you to do.” He whispered, tears flying out of his eyes. He grabbed onto a desk, and then kicked it over out of frustration.

Kurt flinched when the desk landed with a crash.
“You are attractive, Kurt.” Blaine said, turning to look at him, fierceness in his eyes. “Like really fucking attractive. And when you dress in those tight clothes, with those sweaters, I can’t even-“Blaine stopped, walking towards Kurt, with the same determined look Kurt had seen yesterday.

Soon Blaine was inches away from Kurt, who surprisingly was staying still, holding his ground. Without warning, Blaine tilted his head, leaning in to press his lips against –

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Kurt screamed, pushing Blaine away. He took heavy breaths, distancing himself away from Blaine as much as possible.

But Blaine looked at him with so much hurt and confusion that it almost broke Kurt’s heart.

“I-I uh…” Blaine started, but Kurt shook his head. Gently, he took steps closer to Blaine, reaching his hand out to cup Blaine’s face, which was tilted down, almost shamefully.

There must be a decent person beneath all of this. There just has to be.

He placed his other hand on Blaine’s shoulder, and slowly, Blaine looked up at him.

“Nope, don’t even talk.” Kurt shushed him as Blaine went to open his mouth. “Blaine, I don’t know what in the name of fuck is going through your head right now, but listen. The only thing I can get from this is that you’re attracted to me. But I will never, and I mean never be attracted to someone who treats me like the way you treat me. So maybe, if you showed me some respect, I’d love to go out with you sometime.” Kurt leant over to kiss Blaine on the cheek, letting the kiss linger.

And without another word, Kurt left the room.

144 hours later

Blaine breathed in and out, in and out, his vision blurring from his tears.

“Please Kurt. Answer me. Please. It’s Blaine.” Blaine choked into the phone, his words broken and shot.

“Kurt, I said I’m sorry, answer your fucking phone.”

“Please, Kurt, I’m sorry for everything.”

“I’m sorry I called you slave,” Blaine admitted into the phone, holding it close to his ear as he laid down in his bed, his head on his pillow, which was soaked from crying. “I’m sorry I said all those things like-“Blaine couldn’t even bring himself to say it. “I’m just really fucking sorry, please answer me.”

The beep cut Blaine off as he threw his phone across the room.

It had been 6 days without Kurt talking to him, and he was going crazy.