“Of course you can,” Kurt answered immediately. He waited for Blaine to lean in, the tension building up inside him, anticipating his first real kiss.

When Blaine finally pressed his soft lips against Kurt’s, it was magical, to say the least.

Kurt was shy at first, ever so lightly kissing him back. But after only a couple seconds, he sensed that Blaine wanted to go further, his tongue pushing into Kurt’s mouth. Smiling into the kiss, Kurt started to explore as well, until a minute later when they broke apart.

“That was…” Blaine whispered, at a loss for words.

“Perfect,” Kurt finished for him, the corners of his mouth turning upward into a faint smile.

Blaine brought his hands up to Kurt’s face,
delicately tracing his fingers up and down his cheeks. He tilted his head to give Kurt a quick kiss on the cheek, letting it linger for a few seconds.

“I’m so sorry,” Blaine said, his voice not above a whisper. “Can you please forgive me?”

Kurt looked at the relatively short, tan boy
across from him. The light shone past Blaine’s face, leaving the shadows darkened, his skin highlighted. He was beautiful standing there, but Kurt still remembered the Blaine of a week ago, the conceded sex-desiring master. And he wondered if maybe, maybe Blaine really had changed.

“Blaine…Why did you talk to me like that, treat me like that?” Kurt asked, determined not to cry. He refused to cry in front of him.

Not this time.

Blaine’s breath caught in his throat as he tried to come up with an answer. He himself was unsure of why he’d been like that. Probably because he thought Kurt might like him if he took control…No, that’s stupid. Maybe because he wanted his attention…No, that’s ridiculous. Blaine knew, really, deep down. He knew the answer.

“Kurt, I had just transferred here. I wanted to start anew, make new friends, and meet new people. I know I made a mistake; I honestly do. It’s just...all of the other guys were bragging about what they were going to do to their slave if they got one, and I thought that was how I was supposed to be, and I’m just-”

Blaine was cut off mid sentence as Kurt lips slammed down on his. His eyes shot open in surprise as Kurt deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaping Blaine’s lips.

Fuck, I'm so turned on right now, Blaine thought, resting his hands upon Kurt’s tiny waist. Air came between them as Kurt lifted away, breathing a little fast.

“I’m sorry, we should stop.”

“No, trust me, it’s okay,” Blaine whispered hurriedly, leaning in for another hungry kiss, his lips barely touching Kurt’s before he felt Kurt’s hands on his chest, pushing him away.

Kurt’s eyes opened wide, anger flashing through them, as he stepped away. “Blaine, I said we should stop.”

The curly-haired boy laughed it off, though, grabbing Kurt’s wrist and pulling him back and pressing his lips against his once more. Kurt let out a strangled moan as he struggled to break free, still entangled in Blaine’s arms.

Finally he managed to work his way out of his grasp, taking a few steps back, his eyes clouded with disappointment and sadness. He rubbed his wrist, a light red mark already forming around the edge.

“I thought- I thought you were joking!” Blaine breathed, looking sincere. Panicked. “Shit, I just can’t do anything right, can I?” He brought his hand around to the back of his neck, rubbing it anxiously.

“Blaine… I just- I don’t know what to say. You know the rules of slavery anyway - we couldn’t date even if we wanted to,” Kurt whispered, lowering his voice even more.

Blaine looked up at Kurt in surprise, blinking. Is he serious?

“You- you wanted to go out with me?” His voice was cautious. It seemed impossible. No one could like Blaine; not that way, at least. He was the one the bullies had picked on every day, every damn day. But here Kurt was, honestly interested in their relationship, and here Blaine was, definitely interested in Kurt, and being with Kurt, and never leaving Kurt, and just Kurt in general.

“I’m sorry- If you didn’t want to-” The taller, paler boy tried to take back his words, unnerved by Blaine's silence.

“No, trust me, I wanted to. I still want to.” He reached down to take Kurt’s hand in his, and though he felt him flinch, Kurt left his hand there. “Kurt, I’d like to make this into a thing, if you wanted. A secret thing.”

He saw Kurt hesitate, and he knew he was pushing it. He’d been an asshole all this time, a terrible person, and he could honestly understand if Kurt didn’t want to do anything with him, let alone speak to him again.

“I…” Kurt started, his voice creaky.

“And I promise I won’t ever push you to do anything you don’t want to do,” Blaine added hastily, even though he wasn't entirely sure how long he could last, being around Kurt all the time without acting on his urges.

“Blaine Anderson, I’d love to be with you,” Kurt decided, smiling. Blaine couldn’t help himself as he gave Kurt a celebratory smooch, but he cut it off within a few seconds.

Kurt laughed, looking at his watch. They were about ten minutes late for class. Hopefully they could come up with a believable excuse. He took Blaine’s hand and dragged him along towards their classroom.

Inside, Kurt was battling with himself. One side of him firmly believed that Blaine was a nice, kind human being, but the other was still worried that one night, Blaine might push things too far, and he never really knew how this slave shit was supposed to work now. Would Blaine still ask him to do his homework? Because Kurt was sure that relationships never worked that way. But Kurt was happy, at the moment, and even though he was taking huge risks, he would do whatever he had to do to get the boy who had helped him off the ground that first day in the halls back and in his arms.