Kurt could tell by the way the boy gulped he was nervous.

"Don't worry, I have amazing fashion taste...if I do say so myself," Kurt smirked and Blaine dropped his head.

"So how old are you anyway?" Kurt wondered out loud and walked over to his deep purple drape over the window, pulling one across to give them a little more privacy.

"Seventeen Sir," Blaine replied obediently.

Kurt sighed a little, "Okay Blaine, look here's the deal," He spun around and walked forward, "...Look at me honey."

Blaine's head snapped up.

"I don't want a slave okay?"

Blaine tensed and his eyes widened in fright, "Are you going to chuck me out then sir?" He asked, his voice trembling in terror.

"No, no of course not. This is your home now okay?" Kurt said, looking into Blaine's eyes, "What I mean is...you're your own person."

Blaine's bushy triangular eyebrows pulled in, "I'm...I'm sorry Sir I don't understand."

"I don't want a drone okay? I want someone I can talk to, as well as maybe asking to get me a drink or something," Kurt explained.

Blaine blinked a few times, "O...okay Sir, as you wish."

Kurt shook his head slightly and sighed, "Just think of me as a friend okay?"

"A friend?" Blaine repeated.

"A friend," Kurt nodded, his eyes lit up, "Come on, I wanna show you something."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, ignoring when he winced and pulled him over to a pair of deep purple double doors that matched the bed and drapes perfectly, they were in the corner of the room that you probably wouldn't notice at first glance.

He grabbed one of the handles with his free hand and pulled it open before he turned around to see Blaine's eyes almost popping out of his head.

Inside was his walk in wardrobe, the one that had been fitted for him when he was too naive to understand about the real cost of things. He must have been about eight or nine. Inside was a small room with oak draws and cupboards surrounding both the left and right side and at the very end was a wall made of glass that was divided into three folded parts so you could see yourself from different angles. Above was a large amount of dotted lights against a black ceiling, giving off just the right amount of light.

Kurt looked up at the lights with a little smile, "Sometimes I come in here and just lay at the floor, looking up at them." He admitted with a shrug, he turned to Blaine, "Right then, umm...Can you take your shirt and pants off?"

Blaine blushed red and held up his cuffed hands, "I..."

Kurt frowned heavily, "Have those been taken off yet?"

"Ah...Yes sir but Kate put them back on after I'd washed," Blaine informed him.

Kurt let out an angry huff, "Why?"

"I...I don't know Sir, I'm sorry," Blaine coward back a little.

Kurt shook his head, "I'm not angry at you, I'll talk to her and get the keys okay? Just stay here, make yourself comfortable."

Kurt smiled at Blaine before leaving in a huff, searching and asking until she found Kate taking stock in the Kitchen.

"Kurt, how's your slave?" She asked, ticking something on that godawful clipboard of hers.

"Why did you put is cuffs back on?" Kurt snapped.

Kate's eyes widened, "He's yours, it wasn't up to me to decided if he should take then off or not."

"You really think I'd want him to wear them?" Kurt asked, fury bubbling in his voice.

"I had no idea Kurt, you've never had a slave to take care of before...I guess you want the key?" Kate asked, reaching around in the pocket of the small black shrug she had on. "Here you go," She placed a small, metal, grubby key in his hand.

"Thanks," He muttered, turning to leave again and making his way up the stairs, it's like Kate didn't know him at all.

When he returned Blaine hadn't moved an inch, he jumped when Kurt walked in, but relaxed slightly when he saw who it was.

"I'm sorry," Kurt apologized, "I should have taken these off as soon as I met you."

Blaine shook his head slightly, holding his arms out for Kurt to undo his cuffs, "It's okay Sir. I'm used to wearing them all the time."

Kurt grumbled under his breath, watching the cuffs fall to the floor with a clatter and glaring at the indents in Blaine wrist, he reached out and took Blaine's left wrist in his hand, tracing his thumb over the red lines in his skin, "Shit, is it painful?"

Blaine shook his head, "No sir."

Kurt sighed a little, "You never have to wear this again okay? I'm chucking them away."

Blaine's eyes widened slightly before he nodded, "Yes sir."

Kurt dropped Blaine's wrist before he fell to his knees at Blaine's feet to undo the cuffs around his ankles. Blaine immediately tensed and Kurt frowned, looking up at him.

"What's wrong?"

"It's umm...nothing Sir I just, I'm meant to bow to you, not the other way around."

Kurt chuckled, "Why? What's the difference between me and you?"

Blaine's eyes widened, "I'm a slave, your a Prince Sir."

Kurt rolled his eyes and got to his feet, "We're just people Blaine."

Blaine looked at the floor while Kurt picked up the battered chains and threw them in the bin with a clatter, "There much better, can you get undressed now? I'll throw your clothes as well, I don't have anything for you to have as your own now now, but you can just wear some of my stuff until I take you shopping."

Blaine looked terrified, "You....Your stuff?" He repeated in a whisper.

"Hey relax, I don't mind," Kurt putt his arm on his shoulder, "You're not really going to be working anyway."

Blaine's face creased with confusion, "What....?" Blaine froze and took a step back as though he was waiting for Kurt to hurt him, "I mean pardon Sir, I don't understand."

Kurt shrugged, "There aren't really many people my age running around here," He explained, "I just want someone to talk to."

Blaine nodded.

"Okay so then, clothes?"

"Yes sir, Sorry sir," Blaine grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, freezing when he saw that Kurt was staring at his chest. "Wh...What's wrong Sir?" He stuttered.

OXOXOXOXO

Blaine watched in horror as tears built up in The Princes eyes before they split down over his cheeks, "Sir?" He repeated.

Kurt shook his head a little, "Blaine who....who...?" He gestured to Blaine's chest.

Blaine looked down, and then up at Kurt again, "Just my previous owner Sir," He explained, "He liked to remind me who was in charge, even if I didn't do anything wrong."

OXOXOXOXO

Kurt wiped the tears on the back of his hand and walked forward.

Blaine's chest was littered with scars. Some small, some large, some deep. Some were thin as though done with some sort of whip while others were a lot thicker, Kurt couldn't bare to think what caused them. But even worse then that, three huge whip thin, but deep cuts were running along Blaine's abdomen. They were bleeding, blood smeared across his chest from where his shirt had been rubbing across the cuts and spreading it around.

"I thought you washed," He said gently.

"I did Sir, they keep bleeding," Blaine informed him.

Kurt let out a long angry hiss, "Have they been treated?"

"Um...I cleaned them with water the best I could Sir."

Kurt's eyes drifted closed as more tears split down over his cheeks, "Shit I can't..," He struggled to stop his tears before he forced a smile, "Stay here okay?"

"S...Sir are you going to chuck me out now?" Blaine asked, looking terrified.

"No, no Blaine this is your home okay? No-one is going to make you leave, I won't let them," Kurt promised.

....

Blaine was so confused to Kurt's reaction. Wasn't it normal? For a slave to have a few scars and cuts...okay so maybe the ones that hadn't healed yet might have been a shock but there was still no need for him to cry. It was just a fact. A way of life. Slaves got beaten by their owners, simple as two add two.

Kurt returned with a few damp cloths, small bottle of honey and some bandages in his hand, "I'll clean them and wrap them up okay? We'll have you good as new in no time." He said softly.

"Sir it's fine, you don't need to..." Blaine began.

"Yes I do, if you're my slave, I'm meant to look after you," Kurt said walking closer to him, "And Blaine?"

"Yes Sir?"

"I'll never hurt you okay? No beatings or punishments, that's not my style," Kurt promised, he cupped Blaine's cheek in his hand, he was crying again, "I'm going to take care you of you now, I'm not going to let anyone touch you again."

Blaine's heart thumped hard at the emotion in his voice, "I...it's okay Sir, It doesn't..."

"Shh," Kurt held up a finger and Blaine's mouth shut with a snap, "Come with me."

He took Blaine's hand in his own and Blaine forced himself to not wince away. The prince gave his hand a small tug, his skin was so soft and warm as he lead Blaine back into his room and made him sit down on the bed.

"This may sting a little okay? But it will stop it from getting infected and it'll help it get better quicker," Kurt said, squeezing Blaine's hand in what he guessed was some sort of reassurance.

Blaine nodded, wrapping his arms around his chest self-consciously.

Kurt frowned at his action, "Does it hurt?"

Blaine shook his head, "I don't care about the pain Sir, it's just...it's so ugly."

"Hey, you're beautiful," Kurt said, giving Blaine a smile.

"W...What?"
"You're beautiful," Kurt repeated, "I mean it, you're completely gorgeous."

Blaine's cheeks flamed and he ducked his head, "I...um....thank-you Sir?"

Kurt laughed a little, "Can you lie down? It'll make this easier."

Blaine nodded, laying back and closing his eyes while Kurt moved to lean beside him on the bed.

Blaine's brain was humming as Kurt gentle wiping the blood away from his chest with the damp cloth. He was so confused. Kurt didn't want a slave? He wanted...a friend? But Blaine was a slave! And Kurt wasn't just his owner he was the Prince of the Kingdom! Slaves and owners aren't friends, that was just ridiculous. Like a bird being friends with a fish.

"Okay?" Kurt asked.

Blaine opened his eyes and saw that Kurt had wiped his chest completely free of blood.

"Thank-you Sir."

Kurt brushed Blaine's hair back from his forehead, letting out a small sigh when Blaine cringed away from the contact, "Anytime."

Kurt took the honey bottle and squeezed some onto a clean cloth, "This will stop it from becoming infected."
Blaine nodded in understanding, "Thank-You Sir."

Kurt giggled a little, a soft musical sound that made Blaine unable to stop him from staring at the beautiful man before him, "Are you going to say 'Sir' in every sentence you speak?" He teased.

Blaine blinked a few times, "I...I...I..."

Kurt giggled again and Oh my God, Blaine loved that sound so much, "It's okay, calm down."

Blaine tried to think of something that would make Kurt make that sound again, but couldn't, "Would you like me to...Sir?"

Kurt shook his head, "I wish you didn't have to call me Sir at all, it would be better if you kept it to a minimum."

"Okay Sir...Oh, I mean, Okay," Blaine blushed, his cheeks turning to a soft rosy pink.

Kurt giggled and Blaine's heart swelled with emotion, "Thanks."

"Anytime," Blaine mirrored Kurt's words from before.

Kurt began dabbing Blaine's injuries with the cloth, rubbing soothing patterns over Blaine's bare shoulder when he hissed and the stinging, "I'm sorry," He apologized.

"It's okay," Blaine said, managing a smile.

Kurt continued to clean Blaine's cuts before he wrapped them up in bandages, "You don't have any on your legs do you?"

"No."
"Okay, wait here," Kurt got to his feet, squeezed Blaine's hand, making Blaine jump, and walked back into his wardrobe with a little sigh.

He came back with a baggy gray shirt and sweatpants, throwing them in Blaine's direction, "There not exactly fashionable, but they'll be better for your...injuries."

Blaine nodded a little, "Thank-you Si...thank-you."

"Hey, I'm looking after you now remember," Kurt smiled and signaled for Blaine to climb higher up on the bed, "No thanks are necessary."

"I'm the slave, aren't I meant to take care of you?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kurt giggled and Blaine's heart soared, grabbing a pillow and propping Blaine's head up with it, "We'll maybe I'll be your slave for a little while."

Blaine's eyebrows shot up and Kurt giggled once again.

"You must be tired, did you walk all the way here?" Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded, "I did but, I'm....I'm Fin..." Blaine's sentence was cut off with a yawn and Kurt smirked at him.

"Gets some sleep, I'll wake you up if anything important happens okay?" Kurt instructed.

"Here?" Blaine asked, looking around nervously, "Shouldn't I go back to..."

"No, stay here. I like to know where you are...and that you're as comfortable as possible," Kurt patted Blaine's arm.