Blaine spun around, his whole body shaking. The voice. He knew the voice, it haunted his nightmares constantly. He's eyes flickered around into the dark night, his palm clammy and his heart beating hard, blood was rushing past in his ears so loud he barley heard the voice speak again.

"Hello worthless."

Blaine felt the world around him spun, oh God. He was gong to faint, "W-What are you doing here?"

"It's a communal ball remember? Anyone can come," Blaine's previous owner stepped out of the shadows. He was just as Blaine remembered, short and fat with very little hair and very crooked, yellow teeth. He flashed Blaine a mocking grin and his hand ran over the cheap suit he was wearing, "It looks like you've found a way to live in the lap of luxury."

"I, I don't know what you're talking about," Blaine stuttered, taking a step back from the man.

"Don't lie to me you worthless piece of crap," The man spat, "You're a fag on top of all of this are you? Or do you just pretend so your owner is nice to you?"

Blaine remained silent, taking another step back.

"Does he treat you like a Prince?" The man, Marco, sneered "Does he bring you drinks and massage your disgusting feet?"

"No, of course not," Blaine shook his head.

"Does he fuck you?"

Blaine blushed, lowering his gaze, "What do you want?"

"Holy crap does he actually fuck you? That's disgusting, that's ville. You're ugly. Pathetic. Worthless."

"I'm not," Blaine shook his head, ignoring the tears welling up in his eyes. He'd come so far and he felt everything crumbling around him. He just wanted Kurt.

What?" Marco snapped.

"I'm not. Kurt loves me," Blaine's eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the mans words.

"Loves you? What a joke. Who could love you? You're disgusting."

"No. No, you're wrong," Blaine's voice cracked, tears pouting down over his cheeks.

"Do you honestly think anyone would want you?"

"Kurt does. He does," Blaine sobbed, closing his eyes again. Don't listen to him.

"Whatever," Blaine jumped as he felt a hard, possessive hand wrap around his wrist, "Come on."

"What-What are you doing?" Blaine fought against the hold as he was dragged through the garden.

"I need you back. You're mine now."

"No. No I work here," Blaine's voice climber higher in his panic.

"Not anymore."

"No! No please, please you don't understand, I can't," Blaine sobbed, tears of fear streaming down his cheeks.

"Fucking shut-up."

"No, no. Kurt! Kathy!" Blaine screamed, using every ounce of strength his had, fighting against Marco's hold, "Help, please!"

A searing pain radiated through Blaine's skull and everything went black.

OXOXOXO

"You did really good tonight."

Kurt smiled as the two walked up the steps together, "Thanks Dad."

"I heard you found someone you like?"

Kurt shrugged, "I guess."

Burt chuckled, "I'm really glad."

"Let's not jump the gun," Kurt bit his lip.

"Okay Kiddo," The pair reached the top of the stairs, "Get some rest."

Kurt nodded, "Good night Dad, I love you."

"I love you too," Burt smiled and turned to the left while Kurt took the right, both making their ways to their rooms.

Kurt wondered down the hall, rubbing his tired eyes and looking forward to curling up next to his boyfriend and drifting into sleep. He was a little confused when no lights were on in his room; switching them on glancing around.

"Blaine?"

He checked the bathroom and wardrobe, stripping off his suit as he did so, "Blaine?"

He definitely wasn't in the room. The Prince sighed and sat on the edge of his bed, reaching down to pull of his socks and place them on the pile of clothes he'd made, leaving him in an undershirt and boxers. He guessed that the Slaves had to stay behind and clean up for while and Blaine would come up to bed eventually, so he climbed under his comforter and snuggled down into the mattress.

OXOXOXO

Blaine woke-up to a throbbing in his head, he was cold and shaking and he was lying on something uncomfortable and scratchy. He didn't open his eyes at first, scared at what he might find. It took him a few minutes to understand what was going on, and when he did it hit him in powerful flashes of him kicking and screaming before being knocked out.

"Wake-up."
Blaine let out a cry of pain when he was kicked in the side, his eyes flying open. Everything was exactly the same as before he met Kurt. He was resting in a pile of dirty and scratchy hay in a cold stable, the smell of manure and animals filling his nostrils. Was that all a dream? A sick messed up world that his body had made to torture him?

"Here," Marco dropped half of a stale bread-roll at Blaine's feet, "Hurry up and sort out the horses."

Blaine watched him leave, scrambling to his feet and chewing on his bottom lip. He was still wearing the suit...minus one shoe. So it definitely wasn't a dream. Kurt was out there somewhere, preparing to be married. Tears welled up in his eyes but he held them back, crying wouldn't help right now. He kicked the tough bread away from him and walked out of the stable, looking out over the hills. He had to get back, he just had too. He didn't care what it took. He didn't care that he had no idea how to get there. He would find Kurt again, even if it killed him.

OXOXOXO

Kurt stirred gently, his eyes fluttering open to see the light streaming in through his window. He was so exhausted last night that he'd completely forgot to close the drapes and the sun was sharp and painful in his tired eyes. He'd barley dreamed last night, but when he did he found himself having strange and twisted nightmares that he didn't understand.

He rolled onto his side, expecting to find Blaine curled up beside him. But it was empty.

A frown immediately settled on Kurt's sleepy features, he sat up and rubbed his eyes before quickly slipping out of bed. Why hadn't Blaine come to bed last night? He made his way to the bathroom to have a quick shower, deciding that Blaine must have slept in the slavery. Probably because he didn't want to wake Kurt up when he came into the room and bed.

OXOXOXO

Blaine knew he didn't have long, but he also know that just marching off the farm and wondering around hoping to find the castle wasn't very smart. So he drank the water in the barrel which collected the rain water, trying to get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth. He paused when he saw his reflection in the water, his eyes were red from lack of sleep and they carried large, dark bags and somehow his bottom lip was split open. He had no idea how that happened. There was a large patch of blood running down the side of his face from his hair, obviously from where he'd been knocked out. It was still bleeding partly, and bits of dried blood had tangled and matted in his curls.

He thought about crying to clean it, but quickly changed his mind as he knew that Marco would be out to check on him soon. So instead he walked back into the barn, ignoring how light-headed he left, and started filling the horses troughs with food. As he did so he thought of all the ways he could return. But if Marco caught him trying to run, he was sure he wouldn't live to see another day.

OXOXOXO

"Hey, Kathy. Where's Blaine?"

"Wait...he's not with you?" Kathy frowned from where she was combing her long blonde hair, sat on her bed.

"N...No. Did you see him last night?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine empty bed nervously.

"He didn't come back here. I haven't seen him since you took him out into the garden last night."

"He didn't sleep here...or in my room...," Kurt's eyebrows pulled in, "I...Okay, I'm going to try and find him."

"Maybe he fell asleep in the library? You know he likes being in there," Kathy suggested, "Can I come and help you look?"

"No that's okay, it's..."

"Sir, please? I have to weed the flower beds again today, I'd much rather help you," Kathy screwed up her nose.

Kurt gave a laugh, but it came out tense and horse, "Yeah okay. I'll check the libraries on the third floor, can you check the one's down here? We'll meet in my room in about an hour."

"Okay," Kathy nodded, "I'm sure he's fine Sir, don't worry."

OXOXOXO

Blaine hid in the corner of the horse paddock, backing away until his back hit the splintered wood, "Please...I..."

"You call this a haystack boy? Pathetic. You're pathetic," Marco stepped closer, his eyes alight with fire.

"I'm so sorry," Blaine's tried body shook, "I'm sorry, I can do it again."

"Fucking damn right you'll do it again," Marco spat, cracking his knuckles and making a shot of terror fly down Blaine's spine.

"I can do better, I swear," Blaine promised.

"That Prince has made you soft. I think I'm going to have to toughen you up again," Marco made a grab for Blaine's wrist, pinning it above his head so he was trapped against the wall.

"No...Please..." Blaine struggled, his eyes filling with terrified tears that were soon flowing down his cheeks.

Marco's faced turned into a sneering grin as he hit Blaine hard in the gut with his free hand.

"Kurt!" Blaine yelled, his body sinking lower to the floor with every punch and hit his defenseless body received, "Kurt help, please!"

OXOXOXO

"Did you find him?"

"No, did you?"

"No," Kurt sunk to his bed, running his hand through his hair for the hundredth time that day, "Kathy I'm so scared. Where could he be?"

"This castle is huge, Sir. He could be anywhere."

"But why didn't he go back to the slavery or here last night? Kath...something...something doesn't feel right," Kurt whimpered, chewing furiously on his bottom lip.

"Okay, okay. Let's...let's start from the beginning. You last saw him in the garden right? Let's look there."

OXOXOXO

Blaine's body lay broken and beaten on the floor of the stable. Blood ran from his head and made him feel light headed and dizzy. His ribs ached and his left arm was bent at a strange angle. He was laying face down in the straw, trying to ignore the throbbing pain his right leg. He could see a part of his wing hanging off in the corner of his vision. Everything hurt, he could feel the bruises forming all over his body, at the cuts on his bare back bleeding from the harsh end of Marco's belt.

Though his body was hurt his mind remained active, with one word. Kurt.

He had no idea how long he lay there, but soon the light-headedness fell over his entire mind and his body fell into a unconsciousness, where a broken boy dreamt of a perfect life with a perfect husband who had crystal blue eyes.

OXOXOXO

"Sir?"

"What? What is it?"

"Look, it's his shoe," Kathy picked up the black leather and handed it over to Kurt.

"Why would he just leave it here like that?" Kurt frowned, his fingers tracing over the shoe.

"I don't know," Kathy frowned, "Look at the grass."

Kurt did as she instructed, mirroring the girl's expression. The grass in the Palace was always kept green, healthy and level, but there was a thin path of grass that had been flattened, "Come on," He said, grabbing her hand softly as they followed the trail.

Kurt followed the path on eager legs, almost towing Kathy along with him as it came to the end; a small gap in the tall hedge that surrounded the garden.

"You don't think he was...taken do you?" Kurt asked quietly, noticing a piece of ripped black material on one of the branches.

"T-Taken, by who?" Kathy asked, looking scared. As though the whole seriousness of the situation had suddenly dawned on her. Blaine was missing. Her best friend was gone.

"I don't know," Kurt chewed on his bottom lip.

Kathy peaked her head through the gap, letting out a small sob, "Blaine?" She yelled.

Kurt watched her through teary eyes. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't be. Blaine couldn't be gone, he needed him here.

"Blaine!" Kathy yelled again, sounding desperate, "Blaine where are you?"

Kurt dragged his hand over his face, tears falling down over his cheeks, "Kathy..."

"Blaine? Blaine! Come back, please!"

"Kathy stop," Kurt grabbed her arm and pulled her into a hug where she started sobbing on the Prince's shoulder.

"What do we do? What do we do?" She cried, clinging to Kurt tightly.

Kurt held her close, crying into her soft hair, "I don't know."

"Kate," Kathy spoke through tears, "She can help right?"

"I...I don't know," Kurt pressed a wet kiss to the top of the girls head, "Let's go find out."

They two walked though the garden hand in hand, Kurt trying and failing to stop the scared tears leaking from his eyes. The once beautiful garden felt cold and empty, the flowers had lost their beauty and remained dull and sad, Kurt was glad when he was able to walk through the double doors into the palace.

They found Kathy in her office, looking through some papers; but she jumped to her feet when she saw the tears on both their faces.

"Kurt, what's wrong?"

"Blaine gone," Kurt felt his heart contract in his chest as the words left his lips, "He...he's gone, someones taken him."

"Who?" Kate asked

"We don't know," Kathy clung to Kurt's arm and Kurt looked at the floor, tears pooling from his eyes.

Kate's eyebrows pulled in and she chewed on her bottom lip, "You know...I saw his previous owner last night."

Kurt's head snapped up, "What?"

"I figured it was an open ball so he came but....I don't know, maybe...I mean, who else?"

"Do...Do you know where he lives?" Kurt asked, gripping onto Kathy probably a little too tightly, but she was holding him just as tightly back.

Kate glanced back at her desk, "It should be in with all of Blaine's paperwork."

"Can you find it? Please, Kate I...Please," Kurt whimpered, "I need him."

Kate nodded, "Of course, do you guys want to help me? It will be quicker."

"Yes, yes. Where do we start?" Kathy answered for both of them.

"Hey, it's going to be okay," Kate pulled them both into a bit of an awkward there-way hug, "We'll find him, I promise."

Kurt clung to both off them, thinking about how strange the situation was. Never in a million years would he think that a Prince, a slave and a member of staff would be hugging an office. But soon his mind of back on the task. Finding Blaine.