Blaine almost had a heart attack when he awoke. There was someone lying beside him, curled up in the bed breathing deeply. Blaine rubbed his eyes, it felt unusual not to wake up with his wrists and ankles aching from wearing his chains. He soon realized that the head of lush chestnut hair was The Prince, but that didn't make him calm down in the slightest. His heart was hammering and his palms started to sweat, he had no idea what he was meant to do. Was he meant to clean The Prince's room before he woke up? Make him something to eat...Where the hell was the kitchen? Did he had duties around the palace or was it just with Kurt? Should he go down to where the rest of the slaves were and clean up a bit or was he meant to stay here?...What if The Prince forgot he'd said it was okay for him to sleep in his room and got angry? Oh God.

A knock at the door made Blaine's whole body jolt in terror as he shrunk in on himself, doing his best to hide in The prince's comforter.

"Kurt? Kiddo?"

Blaine winced, unable to help himself shuffling closer to Kurt after he'd shown him so much kindness yesterday.

The door opened a little and Blaine bit back a cry of desperation not to be seen. A man walked in wearing a large crown on his head and Blaine recognized him immediately as the King. Oh God.

"Kurt..W...What? Who the hell of are you?"

Blaine froze in terror.

"What are you doing in my sons bed?" The man's voice rose and Blaine shifted back on the bed away from him, bumping into the prince by accident who let out a sleepy, muffled moan into the pillow as he woke up.

Blaine let out a shout of panic as the man reached forward and grabbed his wrist roughly, scared tears spilling out over his cheeks.

Kurt finally seemed to be awake enough to understand what as going on as Blaine got dragged by the king out of the room.

"Dad!" The Princes voice was strained and full of sleep, "Dad, no! Stop it." He jumped of the bed on unsteady feet and grabbed Blaine around the middle, and out of his father's grasp, into the warmth and safety of his chest.

"Kurt what the hell is going on? Who is this...this thing?" The King asked, screwing his nose up at Blaine.

Both Kurt and Blaine winced, "This is Blaine," Kurt explained softly, "And I'd appreciate if you didn't scare my slaves half to death again."

He held Blaine's close who was crying into Kurt's chest, his frail body shaking in alarm, "Shh, Blaine," He cooed, rubbing his hand up and down the boys back, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Your...Oh," Burt's tense shoulders relaxed a little, "What is you're slave doing in your bed?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow at his farther, "Sleeping?"

The King groaned, "Kurt..."

"He's a slave? Yes Dad I know, he's mine. So just but out would you?" Kurt sighed loudly, still rubbing circles along Blaine's back.

"Kurt..."

"Can we talk about this later, when I've managed to calm him down a bit?" Kurt asked. Blaine was still shaking and sobbing in his arms, "And I need to clean his wounds again."

"Wounds?"

"From his last owner," Kurt's voice turned sour.

The kings eyes widened, "The guy didn't say anything about damaged goods."

"Dad! I...," Kurt let out a frustrated sigh, "Please? Just later."

Burt's jaw clenched, "Fine, I have a..."

"Very important meeting to go to? How could I guess?" Kurt replied with a smirk.

Blaine felt the room change from tense to almost humors in a matter of seconds and it made his stomach roll.

"We didn't have dinner yesterday," Kurt remembered with a frown.

"Ah...I got caught up, when I got home Kate told me you'd already gone to bed," Burt said, looking guilty, "I'm sorry."

Kurt sighed, "Never mind, another time maybe?"

"Of course...see you later kiddo."

The King left, the door closing softly behind him and as soon as it did Kurt sunk to the floor, cradling Blaine in his arms, "You okay?" He asked softly.

Blaine nodded into Kurt's neck, "I'm sorry Sir," He sniffed.

"It's okay," Kurt pulled Blaine away from him slightly, sighing at his red, tearful eyes and quivering lip, "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

Blaine gulped noticeably and nodded in understanding.

Kurt smiled, brushing Blaine's untamed curls out of his eyes with the back of his hand, pulling away when Blaine winced from the touch, "You okay to stay here? I'll only be a second."

"Of course sir," Blaine agreed as Kurt scrambled to his feet and held out his hand in offering to Blaine who took it with a small amount of hesitation.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Kurt asked, "I can stay a little while longer."

Blaine shook his head, going his best to stand up straight with as much confidence as he could manage.

Kurt smiled, "Sit down sweetie," He patted Blaine's shoulder gently.

OXOXOXO

"What's this about your slave sleeping in your bed?" Kate demanded as Kurt searched around in the kitchen.

"Silver, could you make some toast for me please?" Kurt asked, smiling at the fairy beside him.

"Of course Sir," She replied, smiling in return.

Kurt pulled a bottle of honey from one of the cupboards, placing them next to clean bandages and damp cloth he's already collected.

"Kurt, answer me," Kate snapped, "For goodness sakes, I told you not to be stupid."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "I was looking after my slave, I don't see how that's stupid," he said, reaching forward and grabbing two glasses and a bottle of sugar water.

"You didn't...do anything did you?" Kate shuddered and Kurt blushed.

"Of course not," He shook his head, pouring the water into the glasses.

"Thank God, and what's this for?" She asked pointing to the bandages.

"Blaine's got some...things I'm just keeping an eye on," Kurt explained, leaning against the counter.

"What does that mean?"

Kurt sighed loudly, "His last owner...beat the living crap out of him and he's still got some wounds, I'm just making sure they don't get infected."

"Wounds? That...he never said...," Kate grunted in anger, "Don't worry, we can get you another..."

"No! No I like Blaine," Kurt shook his head furiously, "He's staying."

"You say that about everyone," Kate sighed.

"Here you go Sir," Silver returned again with a plate, "Would you like me to take it up to your room?"

"Um...yes please Sweetie, that would be really helpful," Kurt decided, he swung the bandages and cloth over his arm and balanced the two glasses and bottle on off honey between his hands, "I don't think I can manage all of this at once."

"Why don't you let one of the other slaves tend to his wounds at least?" Kate asked, "That's not your job."

"I've had enough of people telling what I'm meant to do and what I can't," Kurt huffed, "I'm doing it."

OXOXOXO

"I thought I told you to sit down?"

Blaine froze, his eyes widened where he was still stood by Kurt's bed in the same position Kurt had left him in, "I...I..."

Kurt laughed, "Relax...ah, yes thanks Silver, I'll see you later."

"Have a good day Sir."

"You too," Kurt grinned at her before placing the honey and glasses of water on his desk, and dumping the bandages beside them. He turned to Blaine who was watching him curiously, "Are you hungry?"

Blaine opened his mouth to speak but his stomach replied for him, growling loudly as Blaine's cheeks turned a violent shade of red.

Kurt laughed, grabbing him a slice of toast and giving it to him, "Here you go."

"Oh I...Sir I don't think that I should...Shouldn't I be eating with the rest of the slaves?"

"Hush," Kurt placed his finger against Blaine's lips and the Slave jumped back in terror at the close contact, "Don't worry about anyone else, I've sorted it all out."

"I...Okay, thank-you Sir."

Once they had both eaten and Kurt had given Blaine a glass of sugar water,

("Um, Sir isn't this for children?"

"Well...yeah, but I love it, and it'll get your strength up.")

He asked Blaine to take his shirt off and he tended to his wounds again, Blaine had to stop himself from crying at the way Kurt was being so caring and gentle. He'd never had anyone care for him before, care about how he was feeling, asking him if he's had enough to eat and drink, how he was feeling, if he knew where everything was.

"Um...No, not really Sir," Blaine admitted, tugging his shirt back over his head.

"Well I'll just have to give you a tour then won't I?" The Prince grinned and hopped to his feet, "Wait here a second," He disappeared into the wardrobe and returned with some clothes, "Go and have a shower, you can wear this and-No, no sweetie in my shower."

Blaine spun around with a blush in his cheeks, "I...Really Sir? I don't..."

"Yes really," The prince said firmly, taking Blaine's hand in his own and ignoring when he flinched.

"But..."

"No buts," Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand, "Follow orders."

Blaine's body suddenly relaxed and he nodded, following orders. That was something that he could definitely do. It was something natural and he felt more comfortable here then he ever had...even if he's masters request wasn't something he was used to doing.

OXOXOXOXO

Kurt spent the day showing Blaine around the castle and introducing him to any of the other slaves they bumped into on the way. Kurt did his best to treat Blaine as a close friend, not that he was used to having any, but it was very difficult when Blaine remained quiet with his head down, not looking Kurt in the eye and opening every door for him. He drunk in every ounce of information Kurt gave him about the tour, and when Kurt informed him that there wouldn't be a test he'd blushed a furious red.

Finally Kurt sighed, "I think that's it for the day, I'm starving," he patted his stomach, "Will you come to the kitchen with me?"

"If that's what you want Sir," Blaine replied, his voice obedient and emotionless and Kurt sighed deeply.

"What did I tell you about calling me 'Sir' yesterday?" He teased.

Blaine's head snapped up where he'd been looking at the floor and his eyes widened, tears brimming in the honey-hazel orbs, "I'm so sorry Si...I'm sorry, I forgot," he looked terrified, stepping away from Kurt on shaky limbs.

"Blaine, calm down it's...it's...," Kurt froze, realizing Blaine was expecting to be hit and beaten. He fought back the tears that filled his eyes, "It's okay, I'm only joking around."

Blaine looked at Kurt and nodded, obviously unsure what to do.

Kurt bit his lip, "Blaine, I told you I'd never hurt you and I mean that."

"I'm sorry, I'm just used to it," Blaine apologized, "It's just a natural reaction now."

Kurt bit his lip even harder, "I'm going to change that...I mean, you trust me right?"

OXOXOXO

Blaine paused at the question. He didn't trust anyone; he learned that every quickly in life. But he'd never met anyone like Kurt, and even though he'd been fighting it he could feel the Prince slowly winning his trust. It was inevitable. Kurt was kind and gentle, and even though Blaine was confused during most of the time he was with Kurt because of his unusual requests and casual view on things, he'd never felt more at home anywhere.

"I um...," Blaine bit his lip. He wasn't meant to lie to his owner.

The prince's face fell a little but it was soon replaced with a warm smile, "I'll win your trust."

Blaine had no idea what to do so he nodded lightly in agreement.

"...But you are happy here right?" Kurt added.

Blaine nodded immediately, "Yes Sir."

The prince relaxed, "Good, and I want you to tell me if anything every upsets you here. This is a place where you should feel safe and comfortable."

Blaine nodded, "Yes Sir."

"Stop calling me 'Sir'."

Blaine was able to recognize the teasing grin on his owner's face so he didn't feel the usual swoop of terror in his stomach, but he still had no idea how to react. He smiled nervously, not knowing what else to do.