Chapter 42

January 9, 2013

The boys parted moments later, a chaste close-mouthed kiss just right for the first time. They opened their eyes at the same time and smiled.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked.

"I am whenever I'm with you," Kurt answered dreamily.

"That was cheesy but I'm glad you feel that way because I do too," the slave boy said. "Can I kiss you again?"

"You don't need to ask, you know."

Blaine shook his head as much as his position allowed. "I do. I don't want to be like Dave who forced himself on you. I want to be sure you give me your consent."

Kurt thought for a moment. "Thank you, you are really considerate. You know, let's do this... If you want to kiss me, you don't need to ask me because you have my consent and always will. But if you want to do something more, something new, then, please, ask me beforehand."

"Okay," Blaine said and stole a gentle kiss. "Same goes to you. You can always kiss me but if there is anything else..."

"I'll ask," Kurt agreed and kissed Blaine softly.

"I'm going to love this," the slave boy said with a smile that faltered moments after. "We can't postpone the talk any longer, you know, no matter how much we'd like that..."

"What talk?"

"The Dave thing? I know it's affecting you more than you are showing..."

"Can we not talk about it?" Kurt frowned, not really looking at Blaine. "Now that we have your legal documents he can't do anything to me."

"I know but what about the things that already happened? What he did to you was awful–"

"Just drop it," Kurt snapped defensively and took his hand away from Blaine's. "I'm happy right now and I don't want to think about that beast. Can you, please, respect that?"

"I... of course, I'm sorry," Blaine lowered his gaze. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Shit, no," Kurt cursed and grabbed the slave's hand, "I didn't mean it like that. I should be the one apologising. You are trying to help me and I'm grateful but these days I snap very easily. I'm sorry."

"It's perfectly understandable, don't worry," Blaine sighed in relief when their hands touched again. "I won't push you. We can talk about something else."

"You could tell me how things were at Lauren's? You skipped that part of the story."

"It was awful..."

"Really?" Kurt's eyes widened. "What the hell happened?"

"I think they were trying to kill me, Kurt," Blaine said in a mocking hurt voice.

Kurt snorted when he caught up with what the other boy was doing. "Drama queen much?"

"No, you don't understand, they made me exercise so much that I can feel muscles that I didn't even know existed! And for breakfast Mrs Zizes made me a protein shake. It tasted like bricks!" the slave boy shuddered.

"And how do you know what bricks taste like?" Kurt teased him.

"I may have licked one when I was a kid but it's not the point. I wanted to go home the whole time. I really missed your cooking even if it was just one day. And you. I missed you and I wished I had had you there with me..."

"You wished I had been suffering with you? Now that's not nice," the boy laughed. "Come on, let's go downstairs and I'll make you your favourite."

"Lasagne?" Blaine asked hopefully.

"Yup," Kurt confirmed.

"Mmmm..."

"Are you daydreaming about my lasagne?"

"Maybe?" Blaine said innocently.

"You are impossible," Kurt laughed and gave him a peck on his lips. "Let's go."

"Mind if I call Puck first? I want to tell him the news," the slave boy asked and sat up with a great difficulty.

"Sure thing. I'll be in the kitchen, come find me when you are done, I might need your help," Kurt said and left the room.

Blaine stood up and couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face. He finally had his life together. He only needed to make sure Kurt got better and then he would be perfectly happy. The boy decided he wouldn't push his boyfriend to talk but he would keep an eye on him until Kurt came to him by himself.

When he found his phone just where he had left it before running away Blaine was disappointed to see it was out of battery. He was too impatient to wait until he could switch it on so he went into Kurt's room sure that the other boy wouldn't mind if he borrowed his phone for a call.

Kurt's phone was on the nightstand and Blaine took it just as it started to vibrate announcing a new message. He didn't mean to read it but it appeared on the screen and he couldn't help but see what it said.

"What the..." the slave boy whispered to himself and found his way into the messages where he found more messages from the same contact named Don't Answer. He read them from the newest going up.

Don't Answer: im gonna kill ya

Don't Answer: and if ya tell any1 wat hapend

Don't Answer: and gonna tell every1 if ya don com

Don't Answer: gonna go to police

Don't Answer: got wat ya diservd

Don't Answer: ya sick fag

Blaine scrolled back to the bottom to see if he really read the newest message right. Someone just threatened Kurt to kill him and he was sure it was Dave. Fuming with anger the boy ran downstairs and into the kitchen to find Kurt grating cheese.

"Hey–" Kurt began but was cut off by Blaine.

"What the hell is this, Kurt?" he asked gesturing with the phone in his right hand.

"Why are you going through my phone?" the other boy asked angrily staring at his possession in Blaine's hand.

"I wasn't going through your phone. I wanted to call Puck and I accidentally saw a new message from Dave, I suppose. When were you planning to tell me or your dad about this, huh?"

"I can handle this on my own," Kurt said and snatched his phone from Blaine. "So you are one of those guys who go through their boyfriends' phone, huh? I guess I'll have to lock my phone from now on."

"Don't make this about me. Dave threatened to kill you and all you are saying is that you can handle it? Well, excuse me, but I don't think you can."

"He did what?" Kurt asked in horror and quickly tapped on his phone.

Blaine saw his face pale and worry took anger's place. "Kurt?" he asked gently.

"I... he never... he said things but never... this," the boy whispered and threw his phone onto the kitchen table as if it burnt him.

"Hey, he won't touch you," the slave said and wrapped his arms around Kurt's slightly shaking body. "We'll talk to your dad, go to police or something... It will be okay."

"I just want all this to be over," Kurt breathed into Blaine's neck. "Can't everyone just leave us be?"

"Everything will be okay," the slave boy said even though he knew it was an empty promise.

"Kiss me?" Kurt asked hopefully and Blaine was happy to comply.

It wasn't like any kiss they had shared before. It started just like that but soon Kurt started to move his lips, prompting Blaine to do the same. It was a slow kiss but it was full of desperation and the need to be reassured that there was still something positive in their lives that nobody could take away from them and it was their feelings for each other.

They parted only when they heard the door being unlocked.

"Boys! I'm home and I brought a few people who would like to see you," Burt's voice came from the doorway and they heard hustle following his words.

"We are in the kitchen, dad," Kurt shouted and took a few steps back but Blaine took his hand looking intently at him.

"I don't want to hide," he whispered.

Kurt looked at their intervened hands and nodded with a smile. "Okay."

They stood in the middle of the kitchen holding hands when Burt came in with a few teens following. Puck was right behind the man with Rachel and Lauren. Blaine could also see an Asian couple and he assumed it was Mike with his girlfriend and owner Tina.

"Why haven't you told me?" Puck asked and hugged Blaine effectively separating the boys' hands. "This is so awesome, Blainers."

"I didn't have a free moment to call you, I'm sorry," the slave boy said when Puck released him from his embrace. "I was just about to do that."

"Blaine," Rachel spoke next, "I just want you to know that I'm happy that everything worked out for you and I also want you to know that I was ready to help."

"Be more egocentric, I dare you," Lauren scoffed making everyone laugh and Rachel blush.

"I'm sorry, I was just saying that if you need my help ever again all you need to do is ask," the girl muttered.

"Thank you," Blaine smiled at her. "It means a lot."

When silence settled Mike cleared his throat and both slaves looked at each other. "I'm going to hug you now if that's okay because I feel like I've known you for ages and I always hug my close friends," Mike spoke and they hugged each other somewhat awkwardly.

"It's great to meet you properly," Blaine said. "You too, Tina, I've heard a lot about you."

"Same goes to you," the girl smiled at him.

"So I was thinking of ordering a few pizzas to celebrate. What do you think?" Burt offered happily.

"We were about to make lasagne," Kurt shrugged. "We could make some for everyone."

"Lame," Puck growled. "It will take forever. Let's order in."

The kids murmured in agreement and Kurt looked at Blaine apologetically. "Next time," he said and took the boy's hand.

"Oh, so you told him?" Burt asked Blaine. "You said you wouldn't tell Kurt about the phone call."

The slave boy was shaking his head looking at the man when Kurt looked at him. "What phone call?"

"Today when you called me... Oh, wait, no. I must have been thinking of something else. Yeah, you know, I'm getting old, my memory is to not be trusted. Um hum, forget what I said."

"Blaine? Care to explain?" Kurt asked feeling everyone's eyes on them.

The boy sighed in defeat not wanting to lie. "I was in the car when you called Burt and you were on the speaker... I'm sorry we didn't get ice-cream for you," he added with an apologetic smile hoping his boyfriend wouldn't get angry.

"So you knew I liked you when you said all those things?"

"I did but it doesn't mean anything," Blaine assured him quickly. "Everything I said was true. It's just that knowing that you felt the same way gave me hope you would give us a chance and it gave me courage to tell you about my feelings."

"Wait, so you two are finally together?" Puck asked grinning. "Way to go, princess. I've been rooting for you two."

"More things to celebrate," Rachel smiled widely at them. "Congratulations you two. You might be a weird couple but I wish you happiness."

"Don't listen to her, Kurt," Tina rolled her eyes. "Just because Blaine is a slave doesn't mean you can't have a proper relationship. You will be just as happy as Mike and I are. I'm sure of it."

"Oh, you two are dating?" Rachel blushed again. "You... look cute together."

"So, pizzas?" Lauren asked to lighten the mood.

"Alright," Burt said and picked up his phone.

Twenty minutes later they were all sitting in the living room waiting for the food t arrive. Burt had told them he would leave them be for the evening but kids insisted that the man should stay with them to celebrate. Puck might have told him he would keep following him around the house if the man didn't stay with them.

They were in the middle of Rachel's report of how she was treating her slave so that the others could help her when the doorbell rang.

"It must be pizza," Kurt said and ran to open the door.

It wasn't what he expected to see. Right in front of him two unfriendly-looking police officers were standing there, one of them holding some papers. Behind them he saw Karofsky grinning at him.

"Hello, are you living in this household?" one of the officers asked.

"Yes, I'm Kurt Hummel," the boy said nervously.

"I'm officer White and this is my colleague officer Karofsky," the same man introduced them. "We were told by Mr Dave Karofsky that there might be an illegal slave being kept here. We are here to investigate."

"Dad?" Kurt yelled, lost in what he was supposed to do.