"Dad stop shouting." Kurt said worriedly glancing over at Blaine who was sat staring between the two of them.

"NO! I can't believe that, how dare he come into my house and assault a member of this household. That is counted as assault right?" Burt looked at Carol who nodded.

"Dad, I'm sorry, you were right about him." Kurt said trying not to let tears slip from his eyes. He hated that Carole and his father had returned to this but he couldn't have kept it from them.

Burt paced a few more times and then took a deep breath.

"It's okay Kurt, none of us were to know any of this was going to happen. Blaine, are you alright, do you need to go to Doctor Gunnan's again?"

Blaine shook his head.

"Is there anything we can get you sweetie?" Carol asked sitting next to him.

Blaine shook his head again.

"Is there anything we can do, anything that needs to be done?" Carol asked

"No." Burt sighed sitting down heavily into his favorite armchair. "There have been claims of damaged property put through when others have had used somebodies slave but they don't hold up well." Burt sighed. "It's all fucked up."

"Are there any illnesses contracted from this sort of thing Kurt?"

Kurt shrugged.

"I don't know. There's not exactly a lot of literature on theses things and I haven't really looked at it." Kurt felt his cheeks grow red. "But i know Sebastian is a virgin so I don't think he could pass anything on if that's the way it works."

"I'll call Doctor Gunnan tomorrow and have a word." Burt said with a sigh. "She seemed to know a bit about these things when we went to her with Blaine's back. Are you sure there's nothing you want Blaine? I don't feel right about this, we said we would protect you and we've done a lousy job at it so far."

Blaine looked up at Burt and quickly his eyes flicked back to his hands. Kurt knew his quietness was just a way of hiding when he didn't know what the correct 'slave' answer was.

"Well, what do you want to do tonight? I'm not letting you just go to your room like every other night. You need company. Do you want to go out to eat?"

Blaine stayed staring down at his hands. Carole reached out for one of them and took it in her own.

"How about we stay in? So we don't have to be around a crowd of people, but we'll order any kind of food you want and watch any movie you want. How does that sound?"

Blaine nodded his head slowly. Burt smiled a thank you to his wife.

"I'll go find the take out menus."

Blaine stood up and went upstairs, Carol watched over him.

"Is he alright?"

Kurt knew the answer to that was a resounding no, Blaine hadn't been alright in a long time. Kurt didn't even know what okay was for Blaine.

"He's probably just overwhelmed, it's been a while since we pushed him to give us any kind of opinion, even if it is just 'what would you like to watch?'

"I guess, he's just so quiet he's easy to forget. Sometimes I don't even realize he's in the house. I guess I'll have to try a little harder to get him to talk, I did when he first came here."

"I think we all just thought he would open up if we gave him a few weeks peace and quiet."

"Here's the menus." Burt came in and looked around a little puzzled. "Where did he go?"

"Upstairs, I'll make them up to him." Kurt said taking the menus."It maybe easier for him if there's only one person."

"Good idea."

Kurt went upstairs, Blaine's door was slightly open. He was sat on his bed looking down at the book laying on his bed.

"Can I come in?"

"Yes." Blaine answered.

Kurt walked in and dropped the menus on Blaine's bed.

"Pick one."

"What would you like?" Blaine immediately asked.

"I would like you to pick the one that you want." Kurt answered almost automatically.

Blaine looked down at the menu's. His fingers drifted along the shiny smooth papers.

"Indian." He said unsure as if it was a question.

Kurt smiled,

"Sounds good. What do you want? Starter, Main and Side. Oh and drink and dessert if you want it."

Blaine paused for a moment but with a patient smile from Kurt he opened the booklet.

"Chicken Tikka."

Kurt nodded. It seemed that he had pushed Blaine too far already though because he closed the booklet and handed it back to Kurt.

"Thank you." Blaine said, his warm honey eyes boring into Kurt's. For a second Kurt couldn't breath, his head spun slightly and the world seemed to hold still, then he took a harsh and audible breath and a word blurted from his mouth.

"Film..."

"Any." Blaine said quietly looking away.

"Oh no, you're not getting away that easily." Kurt said trying to hard to be jolly to cover up that odd and embarrassing moment.

Blaine looked down at the book and Kurt swore he saw his lips twitch up into the slightest bit of a smile.

"Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter it is."

Kurt called up to Blaine when the food had been ordered and the adverts at had finished and the movie was starting. It wasn't until he had sat back down that he realized with Finn occupying the armchair and his dad curled up with Carol on the sofa then the only seat for Blaine was the one next to him. Why did that thought make him feel jittery? Was it because of that image that kept playing through his head, the one of Blaine on his knees. Or was it because Blaine was so beautiful, and that he had trouble not glancing up at Blaine's well sculptured chest when he came into his room at night. Perhaps it was time he started to look up this sex thing, because it seemed something was awaking in him and he wanted to be ready for that day when somebody special walked into his life. A touch of the fingertips may be a sexy as it gets in the musicals but one day.. well one day he wanted to be able to rest his head against a warm well sculptured chest like Blaine's and know that not only did the heart that beat in it belong to him but every single part of the body as well.

When Blaine walked through the door and sat on the couch Kurt was painfully aware of just how much distance there was between them. He could out and touch the skin of his hand. How would it feel if he actually did that and how would Blaine react. Would he give him a little smile or would he feel awkward but required to respond?

As the movie went on Kurt felt himself looking over at Blaine. His eyes were trained on the movie, he was completely absorbed in it, Kurt made a note to get the rest of the books out of the library for Blaine. He could see a little smile grace Blaine's face occasionally, then within seconds it was gone and he found himself frowning and looking distant and distracted. It was as if he was reminding himself that he wasn't meant to be happy.

He wanted to talk to him, He couldn't stay this close to him for much longer in silence.

"More poppadoms Blaine?"

Blaine nodded.

Kurt took it as a win.

Kurt had been watching Blaine the exact second that it happened. Bobby the house elf had turned up and was telling Harry how he was his friend. Blaine had looked away from the screen. He stared at his hands for a little while and then he suddenly stood up. Kurt thought he saw wetness in his eyes but wasn't sure.

Kurt almost stood up after him. He hung on the edge of his seat for a couple of long minutes wondering if he would come down.

"Let him go." Burt said quietly not taking his eyes from the screen.

"What?"

"Don't follow Blaine, he's stuck around as long as he can stand."

"Nice to know he can't stand our company."

"You know it's not like that Kurt. I'm surprised he came down to sit with us and didn't start dusting. He's obviously trying."

"I'm just going to go to bed." Kurt sighed.
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The scream made him jump up. He took a moment of looking around the room. The second scream made him realize what was going on, Blaine was having one of his nightmares. It had happened a few times. Kurt hesitated, he usually sat up listening to Blaine scream and wondering what was going through his mind but tonight he had the strong urge to go and comfort the other boy. He was torn for a moment between not wanting to embarrass the other boy and wanting to see his face and calm those screams. The longing to see him and touch him was to strong.

He got up and shivered, it was starting to get cold. He opened his door slowly being aware that it creaked slightly.
Though he was sure he had the best intentions he had a feeling that his father would not see it in the same way. He opened the Blaine's door and slipped in quickly. In the moonlight Kurt could see Blaine's form twisting restlessly under the sheets. He let out a short groan and Kurt found himself walking towards the bed without thinking about it. He sat on the corner and reached out to touch Blaine's shoulder.

Kurt didn't know how he ended up sat n the floor with a dead arm. For a few seconds he was a little dazed, then he looked up and saw Blaine sat wide eyed and breathing heavily on the bed with his fist flung out. He'd hit Kurt quiet hard in the arm.

"Hey, it's alright, it's alright." Kurt said sitting back up on the bed.

He was surprised to find a hand quiet sharply pushing at his shoulder and Blaine staring angrily at him. Kurt stood up.

"Hey, I'm only trying to help, I'm only trying to understand you."

Blaine jumped up angrily, even though he was smaller than Kurt he still seemed a little intimidating with his strong looking shoulders and arm muscles.

"Understand me? How could you understand me? You've never had everything taken away from you, you're still Human, you still have rights and opinions and dreams. You're a virgin for fuck sake, how could you understand me?"

It was the most Blaine had ever said.

"I can't understand you because I'm a virgin? I know you still have opinions Blaine, I know you still have dreams you just don't dare to dream them. Let me help you."

Blaine's hands pushed hard against Kurt's shoulders. Kurt's back hit the wall. He let out a huff of pain. He had never seen such pure fury on somebodies face as there was in Blaine's that moment. Those beautiful honey chocolate eyes were so hard, lip drawn back into a sneer.

"You want to help me? Then stop trying to cure me, stop making me into your little project to feel good about the world and use me for what I'm meant to be used for. Stop trying to give me hope that I can have a life, it's cruel."

Kurt gave a deep breath and tried to push away that little feeling of nerves.

"So trying to help you have a life is cruel but treating you as a slave and forcing you to have sex with me is not?"

"You don't need to force me, I'm asking for it."

Blaine's lips crashed onto Kurt's. Kurt was too shocked for a minute to know what happening. Blaine's eyes bore into Kurt's. The pressure against his lips was almost painful. Blaine's body pressed against his made him feel trapped and unable to breath. For the few seconds it lasted Kurt felt panic, the world swirled and he thought for a second that he might possibly throw up.

Blaine pulled back. He stared at Kurt's shocked and scared expressing for a second and then something in him broke. He stepped away releasing Kurt from his grasp. Kurt caught a glimpse of a broken and vulnerable boy before Blaine hid behind his hands and long curling hair.

"That was my first kiss." Kurt said into the silence not quiet believing what had happened.

Blaine let out some kind of grunt and started running his hands through his hair tugging at it as if he was trying to pull it out.

"Sorry ,sorry, I'm sorry, so so sorry Kurt." He started saying his voice trembling. Kurt watched as he completely broke down. It was heartbreaking, his body started to tremble and his breath started coming in short raspy grasps. As he sat on the bed he seemed to collapse in on himself. He pulled his knees up to his chest and folded his arms on top of them and started letting out big sobs. Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He had been watching this beautiful boy for months, he had seen the bruises and scars on him when he had first arrived, he had seen him walking around with his eyes cast down too afraid to show any personality. He had waited and hoped for him to start talking. He had seen him on his knees being forced to give fellatio. But this was the first time he had seen him cry, this was the first time he had seen him angry. Kurt sat down next to him and let the tears fall down his face.

"I don't know who I am anymore Kurt. I've lost everything, I don't like this. I don't like who I am, I don't want to be this anymore."

Kurt wiped the tears from his eyes and took a deep breath. He placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder wanting both to let him know that he was there for him and also to know that he was real.

"I know. I know Blaine, we'll find who you are again, I promise. We'll do it together Okay?"

Blaine sniffed loudly and seemed to collapse sideways. It took Kurt a moment to realize that he was intentionally laying his head on Kurt's chest and he hadn't merely fainted. Kurt found himself smiling through his tears, he could feel Blaine's chest moving against his, he could hear the soft beating of his heart. He couldn't remember the last time he was this close to somebody. Kurt stroked his hand through Blaine's soft curls and found himself singing softly though he had no idea what the song was.

After a long time Blaine spoke again, his voice calm again.

"I am really sorry I kissed you, I didn't mean to take your first like that."

"It scared me." Kurt admitted. "It felt like such a loss but it is what I asked for."

"What do you mean?"

"I asked to understand you. And now I think that I understand, just a little bit. Because if losing my first kiss scared me and made me feel shocked and empty and lost then losing everything must feel a thousand times worse."

Blaine nodded his head.

"I didn't feel scared or shocked, not after a while. I just felt numb and I wished for the days when I would feel scared or shocked because I was at least still capable of feeling something, it was like I had lost all feeling as well as everything else."

"But you feel now, you're crying." Kurt said gently wiping a tear from Blaine's face.

Blaine looked shocked.

"Yes, I feel now." He said in an awed voice.
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"Who are you?" The slave master stared down at him with cool green eyes.

"Who do you want me to be master?" Blaine asked.

"I think today I'm going to call you piece of shit." He gave a casual flick of his whip do it stung Blaine's side.

So, who are you?"

"Piece of shit master."

"Now, piece of shit, what are you going to do for me today?"

"What do you want me to do master?"

"I want you lie on your back and open up nicely for me. I've got a nice big dildo to stretch you open."

He felt nothing. There was nothing left to feel.
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