In 1882, bein gay was not ok. In fact you could get killed for it. Kurt Hummel was fully aware of this fact, yet he couldn't stop himself falling in love with Master Blaine. Kurt had a tough life, his mother died in childbirth and his father drank and beat his son after. He eventually sold Kurt to the Karofsky's as a servant when Kurt was only six. The youngest Karofsky, Dave, had immediately taken a disliking to Kurt. The young boy was beaten up often and violently. Eventually this became routine. However when Kurt turned nine the Karofsky's were forced to take in their nephew and raise him as their own. His parents James and Lily had died and rather than seem like the snobs they were the Karofsky's brought him up with Dave, telling the boy and townsfolk he was Dave's long lost brother. The boy's name was Blaine. Blaine never hit Kurt or threw hot rocks at him like the rest of his family did instead he helped the poor boy and often treated his wounds. Kurt soon began to fall for the boy, he knew it was wrong and he should'nt but he couldn't help it.
The boys were now sixteen and Kurt was treated worse than ever. He and Blaine barely spoke, only an 'are you alright?' And a polite nod were exchanged. Dave increased the bullying.
"Watch where your walking, Hummel!" He bellowed, kicking Kurt over while he washed the floors. The boy grabbed his chest in pain, "Aw, did I injure you? That's what you get for being as pathetic as you!" Dave yelled with another kick.
"Brother! Must you torture the poor boy?" Kurt sighed in relief as Blaine approached, carrying his riding gear.
"Of course, father would be displeased if I did not, considering you treat him like a man." Dave growled.
"He is a man, unless Kurt had keep his breasts well hidden." Kurt held a laugh.
"Kurt," the elder boy sneered, " a name, you speak as if he is above filth!"
"Is he not human?"
"NO!" He punctuated with a kick to Kurt's stomach. Blaine took a step forward, "Fighting back? Do it!"
"Brother, I don't..."
"Hit me!"
"Master Blaine I think it best if you leave Master Dave to do as he pleases." Kurt sniffed. Blaine being hurt was not an option.
"Yes Master Blaine!" Dave mocked, "You could get hurt!" he cried in a shrill girlish voice.
"Master Dave, when impersonating me please lower you voice, I believe only the house dog heard." Blaine couldn't help the chuckle that escaped. Dave seemed to go into a rage. The slap was heard first before it was seen. Kurt who had only just got to his feet collapsed on the floor with pain.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that again you insolent swine!" Dave raised his hand and Kurt flinched but never felt it. He opened his eyes to Blaine holding down Dave's arms.
"Kurt my brother seems irritable, could you attend to my horse and we shall speak later?" Kurt ran for the stables and bolted the door. His breathing heavy and laboured. He had to stop thinking of Blaine that way. It would get them killed. Being gay was as bad as murder in some cases it was seen a worse. A knocked was heard and he flinched, holding his breath.
"Kurt? It is only me." Blaine voice flowed over him, calming him. He stood and unbolted the door.
"Forgive me Master Blaine, I shant act so cowardly in future."
"Cowardly? Kurt you are one of the most courageous men I know!" Blaine stepped towards the boy and brushed his bangs from his face. Kurt turned away,
"Master Blaine..."
"Blaine, call me Blaine, Kurt." He took the boys hand, "We have known each other for many a year, Blaine not Master or Master Blaine Alright?"
"I s'uppose so." Kurt blushed. Damn these stupid feelings, maybe he didnt notice.
"Why do you blush so often around me?"
"I do not mean to, I appologise Sir." Kurt bowed slightly. Blaine pushed his shoulder up.
"No sir no bowing. Kurt we were friends when I was young, were we not?"
"Yes, but then you could be. Now we are not children anymore, therefore we cannot be tog...friends." Kurt blushed at his mishap. True he stayed with Blaine and looked after him when he first arrived, they were close friends until the Karofsky's beat Kurt up and threatened him if he ever spoke to Blaine as more than a Master again. He was a servant, the one that never went home and was never paid. Kurt's father recieved every tiny pay check until Kurt either married or the Karofsky's died. He worked hard, kept his head down. He also new he didn't like girls the way Dave did, and it scared him.
"So? Why should that stop us?"
"You're a Lord and I'm just a servant! I shouldn't even speak to you in such a casual tone, Master Blaine!"
"Blaine, Gods sake its just Blaine!"
"I'm sorry!" Blaine touched Kurts neck,
"Don't be." Blaine leaned closer to Kurt, whos eyes widened,
"M...Blaine, what are you doing?"
" Kurt you know how I feel about you."
"You, you're..."
"Homosexual? I think it so." Blaine shrugged, "and you?"
"Oh I know it so."
"Then why are you stopping this." Blaine leant in as Kurt ducked again.
"Your Father, your brother! They could find out..."
"So?" Blaine asked grabbing the servants wrist.
"Blaine if they catch us they will kill us. We can't be together." A tear escaped the servants eye. Blaine brushed it away.
"I only want you..."
"Lady Brittany is looking for courtship..."
"SCREW LADY BRITTANY!" Blaine barked, "and my father and brother." He took Kurt's face in his hands. "We have know this for years. We both denied it but I love you, servant boy or not."
"I...I love you too." The younger boy smiled. "So much."
"Then kiss me." Blaine replied simply.
"Blaine if you kiss me there is no going back, my heart in return for yours." Kurt stated, his breath shaky.
"My heart? You had it since I met you." Blaine smiled then locked his lips to Kurt's. He had kissed a girl before yes, Santana the city slut was like a right of passage but Kurt, Kurt made him feel...happy? Ecstatic? No.
Kurt made him feel loved.
When they pulled away Blaine placed a palm to Kurt's cheek, the latter winced in pain. Blaine looked at the fist shaped bruise blossoming there.
"Does it hurt terribly?" He asked in concern.
"No, I've had far worse."Blaine hugged him, "Hey,what brought this on?"
"I hate him hurting you."
"I know, but i've grown up with it."
"Still doesn't make it right."
"BLAINE!" Dave yelled from the stable door. Kurt pushed Blaine off him instantly. "What are you doing?"
"I...I...I..."
"You!" He pointed at Kurt, "You're gay aren't you, now you're trying to turn one of us?"
"No! I'm not...I wouldn't!" Kurt began to cry. Dave bounded over to pick Kurt up by the throat.
"Brother! Leave him be!" Blaine cried aimlesly.
"Maybe I should kill you now and put us out of our misery. Sound good?" Dave smiled holding harder.
"N..n...no." Kurt squeaked. The hold tightened.
"Brother put him down!"
"Little Brother, he needs to be taught not to speak back. He has an awful mouth, perhaps I should cut out his tongue?" Kurt struggled more.
"David!" Blaine gasped, "l-L-Let me."
"What?" Both boys gasped.
"I'll take him out to the woods and deal with him, you need not get blood on your new suit." Dave took in this idea.
"Very well." He threw Kurt to Blaine, "Make sure he's dead by sundown."
"Within the hour brother." Kurt shook with fear. Blaine, sweet Blaine who he thought loved him. Blaine caught his gaze and...winked? As Dave left he pulled Kurt onto a horse.
"Come on, we need to get out of here."
"You're not killing me?" Kurt was confused.
"No! Heavens sake no!" He turned to the horse to face Kurt. "Never, it was an excuse to put you down. We have to run away."
"Alright." Kurt smiled.
"Master Blaine!" A cry came from the door. The servant Rachel Berry burst in. "Your parents, although they admire your efforts. say the require Kurt as a debt to his father...as much...as much as they want him dead they can't."
"Miss Berry I have no intension of killing Kurt."
"Oh...wonderful! Kurt we need you then." Rachel beamed.
"But..." Kurt protested.
"Now."
"Fairwell, Mr Hummel." Blaine winked and took off for his riding lesson. Rcahel's mouth dropped.
"Close your ungodly sized mouth, you'll catch flies." Kurt laughed.
"You! Him! Together!"
"Yes, now keep it quiet! Got it?"
"Got it, but Kurt?"
"What Rachel?"
"I'm so pleased for you. Both of you."
"Thank you, just don't interrupt next time."
The next couple of weeks were eventful. Kurt and Blaine would meet for secret dates, Rachel would cover for them. Dave left Kurt alone for fear of spark a death leading row. That only lasted so long.
"Hummel!" Kurt spun around and gasped in fear. Karofsky pressed him against a wall.
"W-w-w-what are you d-doing?" Kurt panicked.
"You and Blaine have been disappearing off together, I've seen you."
"He required my help with the horses."
"Liar!" He screaming into the scared boys face. "You're both gay are you not?"
"No! We're not I swear!" Kurt bawled.
"Good," Dave smiley wickedly, "Neither am I." He crushed his lips onto Kurt's. The smaller boy fought back but Dave pinned his arms to the wall. Kurt couldn't move away. He felt Dave prod at his lips with his tongue and force entry. Tears leaked down Kurt's eyes and he felt Dave move his hand to Kurt's crotch and began to grope it roughly.
Blaine had to do a lot of thinking. He loved Kurt, not his family. He wanted to live with Kurt somewhere safe where he wouldn't be a servant, somewhere that accepts men being in love. Somewhere like Old York. It was a small town yes, but all the most interesting and accepting people lived there. Kurt would love it. They had talked to eachother for more than five years, they knew eachother, they knew they loved eachother. Blaine could talk to Kurt about the idea of marriage, eloping! Taking him away from the life they both hated, they both were so trapped.
He dismounted his horse and went into the stable. "Kurt?" He called, "Kurt I must talk to you!" He heard no reply. "Odd." He mused. He roped up his horse and left it to be groomed by the stable hand, who didn't like Kurt needless to say.
"He ain't here." The stable boy growled.
"Jerimiah have you seen him?"
"Aye, I ave."
"Where is he then?"
"I dunny know where he is now. Last i saw ee was eading up to the kitchen for a water bucket."
"Thank you." Blaine smiled then headed out.
"Master Dave! Get off me! Please!" Kurt sobbed once his mouth was free.
"You let Blaine do this, boy?" Dave laughed harshly against his lips, "You let Blaine do this?" He tugged down Kurt's trousers and grabbed at his very uniterested cock. "Not having fun?" He pressed his erection into Kurt's non existant one, making the boy gasp in fear, "I am."
"Miss Berry?" Blaine called into the kitchen,
"Master Blaine," She smiled, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He smirked back at her,
"Have you seen Kurt?"
"Not since this morning." She shrugged,
"Let me know if you see him, i have a question for him." Rachel gasped.
"Is it what I believe it to be?"
"Possibly..."
"AHH! MERCEDES I WIN THE BET!" she cheered.
"Uh uh how on earth..." A black girl in a maids outfit asked sassily,
"He's proposing now!" Rachel cheered again.
"What!" Mercedes gasped, then broke out in a smile.
"Hrm? Lady is getting some?" Puck the baker asked, "GET SOOOOOME."
"What are you going to do?" Rachel asked Blaine excitedly.
"Propose then ask him to elope to Old York." Blaine blushed.
"Oh Old York! He adores that place! As do I if Finnden ever gets me out of here. My Mother put me in this hell." Rachel huffed.
"At least you weren't born into it. Sent off then told your real parents were the Karofsky's."
"Point taken." Puck laughed. "I saw Kurt in the west corridor leading to the stables the other way you came, might be there."
"Thank You Puck." Blaine smiled leaving.
"Good luck!" The kitchen chorused.
Kurt's clothes were ripped off him and clung in shreads, Dave turned him so he was facing the wall.
"I'm going to enjoy this, you won't be able to walk for a week, boy." He laughed. Kurt sobbed harder even when he heard footsteps then a gasp.
"Kurt! Dave what do you think you're doing!" Blaine snarled. Dave dropped Kurt to fell to the floor and curled in on himself. "Kurt!"
"Oh so you didn't let him do that?" Dave laughed at Kurt,
"How dare you!" Blaine barked.
"How dare you! You sneak around with him like he's worth something, he's nothing. He will ruin our family name Blaine." Dave growled back.
"He is worth a million of you!"
"So you are gay?" Blaine looked away, "Oh Mr Perfect isn't so perfect."
"There is nothing wrong with love!"
"Love! Hardly! That boy is nothing more than a plaything, and you know i've never been good at sharing brother." Dave smiled.
"Do not objectify him!"
"I can and I will. Do you know the charge for homosexuality? Do you Blainey?" Dave sneered.
"Stoning." Blaing gulped.
"That's right. The boy belongs to me when I call him, or I will claim he homosexually assaulted me. Stoning a dawn for the bad bad man and a medal for the man who saved his brother from the wicked mans influence."
"No!" Blaine cried.
"Then he is mine. I won't tell. You know no one would believe you over me." Blaine gasped, this was true. Kurt cried harder on the floor, accepting death or a fate worse. "I want him in my chambers at eight, make sure he is gaged so no one shall near. He was in a riding accident and thats why he will be walking strangely." Dave laughed as Kurt sobbed. "Silence!" He screamed kicked Kurt's bare chest, then stalking away.
"B...Blaine." Kurt cried out. Blaine dropped to his knees to help the boy.
"Oh Kurt this was not supposed to happen. i had such a wonderful plan."
"Which was?" Kurt croaked.
"I was going to propose to you, ask to you be mine forever." Kurt smiled faintly at this. "Then we would run away to Old York and never see this hell again."
"That does sound pretty good, what changed?" Blaine looked at Kurt and sighed. "I...I understand that," Kurt squeaked,
"What, Love?"
"That I am now tainted and unloveable. I apologise, Master Blaine." Blaine gasped,
"No! No Kurt never! I love you forever and always, just Dave could find us now..."
"And if he does we will be ready, if we stay I must go there tonight. I'd far rather die trying for freedom then live fighting for nothing."
"I love you." Blaine smiled.
"And I you."
"Come on," Blaine scopped Kurt up, "We'll put you in my clothes, you get past the guards faster. Oh and Kurt?"
"Yes, my love?"
"When we get to Old York, Will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?"
"Of course Blaine, of course."