*AN: Please note this story is continued from an RP if you want Rory's full back story type in this url letrorygohome with the normal tumblr stuff. Also the letter from Blaine is written by the Blaine from the RP.

Rory and Sebastian had returned from a camping a trip. A camping trip that was tough on the Irish boy. Sebastian had told Rory to relax as they made their way back to the manor. Rory just nodded, as his footsteps were not quite in stride with Sebastian's. The camping trip was training, lots of orgasm training, lots of bondage training. Rory on this walk back was coming to terms with it. He let Sebastian do it. He didn't really argue, he had a few episodes. When Sebastian tied his member up he had an episode. It was no mystery Rory's "episodes" were PTSD. They didn't beat around the bush anymore. They both knew Rory had, so Sebastian talked to him, comforted him and the training continued.

Rory didn't understand a lot of it. But he let Sebastian do it. He let Sebastian do it, because he trusted Sebastian. He trusted Sebastian would never hurt him on purpose. Over the course of their trip. Sebastian showed him how hurting could feel good. And Rory couldn't argue because it did. They had gotten back to Sebastian's suite at the manor. Most ignored them now a days. But Rory didn't mind. He needed Sebastian, he needed Sebastian to be there, not them.

Sebastian opened his door and headed straight to his room. Rory however stopped when he noticed something. It was a rather thick business envelope. He picked it up. Opening it, he took out the letter. The script was neat, Rory could tell it was meaningful handwriting. He could also tell from the first few sentences who it was from. The letter read:

Dear Sebastian and Pup,

Hey guys. I doubt either of you want to hear from me, but with everything that's happened recently… the hurricane, and then I was sick, and Pup tried… just… I don't want to leave some things unsaid, so. Here is a letter, and it's for both of you, and I'd like it if you both read it instead of flushing it down the toilet or something. Please.

First, Pup: There are a lot of things that happened between us that I would do differently, if I could do them again, and I can't possibly get into them all. But the biggest thing is… Wow, this is really hard to explain.

Okay, this is complicated, but stay with me: I know you remember the five days you spent in the suite with Kitten and I. I also know that you hated parts of it, but it's a happy memory for me. Your master hadn't come to the island yet, and, so… honestly I thought of you both as my boys. So when I wasn't tormenting you in various sexy ways, I let you two have the run of the place. You thought you were alone - I was watching the whole time, though… the two of you, gorgeous, naked, cuddling on his couch, splashing in the shower, always whispering together, laughing at private jokes - most of which were probably about me. I understood, more or less, what you two meant to each other. I may not have known the details, but I knew part of it. And I just… smiled, and put on Disney movies for two you, and ordered us all some coffee and cake, because - here's the point I'm trying to get to - I thought, deep down, that it was the three of us against the world, and that maybe it always would be. I thought maybe if no one else took an interest in you, then, I could work something out with the Caretaker… Or if someone we all liked claimed you, then maybe we'd make a foursome. That never quite happened. I like to think we were close, though.

After Finn dislocated your shoulder, I couldn't sleep that whole night. I was wondering what on earth you weren't telling me, you damn stubborn kid, and why you couldn't just let yourself accept help. It was like you insisted on suffering, when all I really wanted to do was teach you to behave just a little, so that you'd never have to suffer so much again. Because by that time, it was starting to hurt me whenever I saw you suffer.

So here's the thing, Pup. When I found out… what I found out, I felt like such a fool. Like it never really was the three of us against the world, like that was all in my mind. It was just you and Kitten, and some jerk in a polo shirt who no one wanted, who kept forcing his way in.

Now, that wasn't the whole truth either, I realize that now. But it was how I saw things at the time. And it just destroyed me.

So, I helped to hurt you worse than you'd ever been hurt before. No. Helped is the wrong word, I think… I think I actually led the charge. But then, I don't remember it clearly.

Either way, it was stupid of me - not so much because you didn't deserve it. You did break all the rules. But because it's never stopped hurting me to see you in pain.

And Seb: I know you hate this stuff, so I'll keep this short and sweet - I wish we were still friends. Now that you've read what I had to say to Pup, you probably I understand a little better why things happened the way they did. And it probably doesn't make a difference to you, but I wish it did. I miss you.

I guess that's it. That's what I wanted you guys to know, before anything else happens to any of us.

Do me a favor and destroy this once you've read it, okay?

Blaine Anderson.

When Rory finished the letter he had dropped to his knees and cried. He didn't understand why he had to go and fall in love with Kurt. He could have stayed friends. He could have had so much more. But then he wouldn't have Sebastian. He needed Sebastian.

He barely noticed when Sebastian walked up to him slowly, and gently took the letter from his hands. When Sebastian finished reading it he gave the letter back to Rory, because it really was his. Rory looked at him, "I…"

Sebastian enveloped him in a hug, "Shh," he held onto Rory's shoulders as he pulled back. He took a hand and wiped Rory's tears away with the pad of his thumb. "Things are going to get better now, Pup. I promise."

Rory didn't know if he could believe Sebastian. Things had gotten so bad. But it was Sebastian. Sebastian, the one person who he had ever trusted with his life here. The one person he trusted to never do anything without a purpose, the one person who told him everything he was going to do before hand. The one person who considered him and his limits. The one person who understood Rory better than Rory understood himself. Sebastian had gained Rory's trust, so it was all Rory could do but nod and say, "Okay."

Rory took the letter and put in his journal. He put it in his journal next to the blue string that Sebastian gave him, a promise that he was going to claim him.

He slept next to Sebastian that night, the nightmares barely plaguing him. He felt safest in Sebastian's arms. He had finally gotten over Kurt. It took him a very long time. But he had finally done it. Kurt was still one of the most important people in his life. But he had finally moved on. His attempt might have been a reason for that. But in reality there were a lot of things.

He woke up the next morning, Sebastian was already awake, running his hand through Rory's hair which had finally grown back. Rory felt like he could fall asleep again. Sebastian gave him a smile, "You're beautiful," Sebastian whispered. Sebastian could be very harsh, Rory had seen it, but his soft side, it was perfect, perfect like basking in the morning rays of light as the hit the comforter of the bed they were both in. Perfect like the moments that they shared that were like this.

Rory gave him a smile, his blue eyes looking up, "What would you like for breakfast?" he asked. Rory had grown accustomed to cooking, even if sometimes there breakfast consisted of lucky charms. Sebastian had been working on getting Rory back to healthy weight. He had been waiting so he could go on this trip. Rory wasn't exactly healthy but he was considerably better considering all that had happened.

"I ordered some up. I've read your journal."

Rory looked down feeling the mood was going to be ruined. "And?" he asked.

"I want you to have a reminder of me for when I'm not here." Sebastian sat up a bit, bringing Rory with him, his hand still running through Rory's brown hair. "I don't want you doubting anymore. I don't want you having those thoughts anymore. Today will be tough for you, so we are going to enjoy the morning, alright?"

Rory nuzzled into Sebastian and nodded. There was a light knock on the door, and a slave who worked in the kitchens came in with a simple breakfast of Lucky Charms. She set the tray on the bed and was on her way. Rory poured Sebastian a bowl, adding the milk in, then poured himself a bowl. He then fixed Sebastian's coffee the way he liked, and poured himself a glass of milk.

"You're such a good boy, you know that?" Sebastian asked, as he took the coffee sipping it, the warmth of the fluid spreading to his body.

Rory didn't respond. Sometimes he didn't feel that way. But he was trying. He was trying every day. He took his bowl of cereal, and began to eat it.

"Would you like to know what is going to happen today?" he asked.

Rory gave a small nod, "I would."

"I am telling you now, it will be painful." Sebastian watched as Rory tensed. He took a free hand and carded his fingers through Rory's hair. Rory immediately relaxed. "But it will be a way for you to always remember I'm here. A way to remember that I will never leave you."

Rory knew what Sebastian was talking about. "You're goin' ta mark me aren't ya?" He wasn't sure if he was excited or nervous. He was a mixture of both.

Sebastian nodded, biting his lip before he took another sip of his coffee. "I am going to tattoo the bottom of your foot with my name." Sebastian watched Rory's reactions. So far nothing to worry about. "I am also going to brand you. I am going to brand your left hip. It will be my initials." He watched Rory tense up. He leaned forward and gave Rory a kiss on the top of the head. Rory's eyes close, and the Irish boy practically melted. "I will not and will never give you any piercings. Are you okay."

Rory looked at him and nodded. "So why on the bottom of my foot."

Sebastian gave a fond smile, "You're smart, Pup. I know you can figure it out."

Rory thought, he thought long and hard as he finished his breakfast. Sebastian was patient. "You wont give me away when ya grow old will ya?"

Sebastian smiled, "No, you are mine, and always will be. If worse comes to worse, I will find a way to take you everywhere with me." The toy story reference was cute. The franchise was Rory's favorite. And had always been. It also had a special place in his and Sebastian's relationship. Rory remembered when Sebastian let him watch it the first time during his first rental.

Rory hugged him, and didn't let go. He needed this. He knew he did. Accepting it was hard, but it was Sebastian. He would accept, because Sebastian meant that much to him. He whispered as his head was buried into Sebastian's bare chest, "I'm ready."

Sebastian ran his hand through Rory's hair again, "I know, I'm going to give you some pain killers alright. It'll be over before you know it."

Rory nodded, he took the pain killers. He watched as Sebastian tattooed his foot, not able to feel it. Not really registering what was happening. When Sebastian branded him though he felt that. He cried, Sebastian calmed him, running a quick hand through his hair. He gave Rory some more painkillers, and Rory drifted into a dreamless sleep.