A/N Trigger Warning: Cruel language.. Idk if that's a real trigger, but you never know.

Last time on Stuck in Reverse:

"What if Master changes his mind and comes back? Sir, please, I don't want to go back," Blaine said, suddenly sounding terrified.

Kurt came back and took Blaine's hand in his. "Master can't find you here. Even if he did, I wouldn't let you go with him."

A relieved smile lit up Blaine's exhausted features. "Thank you, Sir. You are a good master," he whispered and drifted off to sleep. He turned walked out of the spare room, like a zombie, leaving the door open in case Blaine needed to get up in the night.

Kurt considered what Blaine had said, shocked. Master? Him? Oh god, he had a big problem on his hands. Luckily he knew just the person to call, even this late at night. He hit the speed dial on his phone.

"Hey, I am in big trouble…,"

. . . . . . .

"That surprises me. I thought you were too damn boring to have a life," the voice mumbled. Then a groan came over the line. "Gayface, do you have any idea what the fuck time it is? Some people have to get up early to work, you know."

"Yes, Sebastian, I do. And if it wasn't truly important, I wouldn't be bugging you. I'd hate to wake up Sam," Kurt snorted, referring to Sebastian's boyfriend.

"Bitch. What's going on in Kurt's boring life that you think is so important to wake me up?"

"I was driving home and saw some guy get dumped out of another car. I went to help and the guy was really beat up," Kurt said.

"And why do you think this is important for me to know?" Seb said, sounding half asleep still.

"Because he kept mumbling about how Master left him and how Master said he was worthless. I brought him home and cleaned him up and just before he fell asleep, he called me master," Kurt stated.

"Oh fuck," Seb said, now wide awake.

"Yeah. I didn't know who else to call and I know you and Sam… Well, I figured you might be able to give me some advice," Kurt said.

"Kurt, what the hell have you gotten yourself into? Hold on," Seb said. Kurt could hear him talking softly to Sam, telling him to go back to sleep. There were some quiet footsteps and a door clicking closed. "Now, tell me everything again so I can actually pay attention this time."

Kurt told him every detail from how he found him to the amount of burns across Blaine's body to how the young man had called him master.

"Okay, Kurt. To start, you have to remember, I only really know what I needed to know for Sam and I. And again, it's going to be even more different because most of our relationship is kept at home," Sebastian explained.

Kurt nodded, though Seb couldn't see him. A few years ago, Sam and Sebastian had come to him, wanting to be honest with their closest friends about the change in their relationship. They had been experimenting with kinks and had discovered the world of Domination and submission, or D/s. It appealed to them both and they slowly incorporated aspects of it into their life. They both found fulfillment in it; Sam giving up the need for control - when in normal life he was a control freak - and Seb taking over control and taking care of everything Sam needed. Kurt had found it all interesting, but nothing more than that and he supported his friends. He noticed from the start that Sam seemed like a calmer, less uptight person. Seb was more fulfilled than he had been in years. Kurt had seen some of the new relationship firsthand when Sam would sit on the floor next to Sebastian. It looked casual enough, but Sam seemed to melt under the care that Sebastian would give him, rubbing his hair or holding his hand. Or if Sam would start venting about his job, getting worked up, Sebastian would murmur at him or give him a look and Sam would immediately stop. Kurt knew the lifestyle was working for them.

"It sounds like this guy, Blaine, you said? Blaine must have been in a Master/slave relationship. It also sounds like the master treated him like crap. Whether it's a master or Dom relationship, the focus is still to bring fulfillment to your partner, not to beat the living shit out of them and dump them on the side of the street. Did he need to go to the hospital?" Seb asked.

"No. I mean he could have used a trip to the ER, but he said he'd rather I cleaned him up. So I did and tucked him into the spare room in some clean clothes," Kurt said, doodling on a pad of paper on the kitchen counter. "I tried to get him to call me Kurt, but he kept insisting on Sir."

"That's common if he was in a master/slave relationship. Most are taught to always refer to others as sir or ma'am to show respect. He probably thought he would be punished if he called you Kurt," the other man said, yawning.

"He did ask at one point why I hadn't punished him. What am I supposed to do with him, Sebastian? I don't want to throw him out into the street," Kurt said, feeling helpless.

"Kurt, I would be there for you, but Sam and I are going out of town for the weekend. We won't be back until Monday. We'll come around then and see how you're doing. What I would say is this: start with his family. He may be in contact with them, he might be cut off. Especially if the abuse has gotten bad. Then try friends. After that, co-workers, church leaders, etc. If it comes down to no outside contacts, you have to make the choice of letting him stay or letting him go."

"Well, I'm counting on him having somewhere to go. But just my luck, what can I do if he ends up needing to stay?" Kurt asked, the evening wearing on him.

"It's too freaking late for this, you know that, don't you?" Sebastian groaned.

"I know, I'll owe you coffee for life on this one," Kurt said. "I'm sleepy too. I didn't ask for this."

"You're a good man, Charlie Brown," Sebastian said with tired humor. "Okay. First, get used to him calling you Sir. It's just how it is. Second, ask him if he wants to stay, don't tell him he has to. The quicker you break the slave mentality, the better off he'll be. He needs to know he has choices. Sit down together and put together a list of rules, things he'd like from you; things you'd like from him," Sebastian told him.

Kurt noted these down on the paper he'd been doodling on. "I don't want anything from him, though."

"Rules will help him and give him purpose. He's used to doing things for whoever this master guy is. Give him something easy to do. Keep his bed made, shower every day, maybe sweep or wipe down the counters, anything to give him the meaning that this kind of relationship usually gives. But, in everything, give him choices. Now, what might freak you out, is the fact that he may need to be punished."

"For what?" Kurt asked indignantly.

"For having it nailed into his head that he needs to be punished in order to be good. He may even ask you to punish him. Try easy stuff like standing against the wall, writing lines, exercises, that kind of stuff. Now, here's the other side of that coin," Sebastian announced.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, trying to keep up with everything the other man was saying.

"He may need punishment, but he may also need physical affection. You've seen me with Sam. Touch is very important in showing the other person they are important and that you care. I'm not saying you have to make out with the guy, but a touch on the head, maybe holding hands, comforting touches," Seb said.

"Crap," Kurt said.

"You ready for this, Betty White?"

"I don't have time to fix my own issues, how am I supposed to find time to fix someone else's?" Kurt said, wandering back toward the spare bedroom. He opened the door and looked at Blaine's sleep softened face as much as he could seeing that the man was curled into a tight ball on the side of the bed.

"I might be able to find a Dom who could take him for you if you give me some time," Seb offered.

"No," Kurt said immediately, his voice quietly determined. Staring at the pink lips parted in sleep and the fisted hand tucked under his chin. "I'll do it."

"Just remember, that overall, he's been victimized and he just needs someone who will care about him for a while. One last thing, do your homework. Research Dom's and subs. Wikipedia is good. Welcome to being a Dom, Kurt. Don't call again till it's daylight, asshole," Seb said and hung up.

Kurt shoved his phone in his pocket and stared at Blaine for a moment wondering what the hell he'd just agreed to. Shaking his head, he gathered the clothes from the bathroom so Blaine could have his own clothes until Kurt got him some more. He figured if he was going to be staying for a while, they'd have to go shopping. Blaine may be emotionally scarred, but he could at least look good doing it. Kurt smiled at himself as he checked Blaine's pockets out of habit. All the pockets were empty except the back pocket of the jeans. There was an envelope in there. Kurt set it aside as he started the load of laundry.

He took the envelope and was about to toss it on the counter when he caught what was written on the cover of the envelope. 'To Whom It May Concern'. Kurt was concerned. Did that give him the right to open the letter?

Staring at the letter, he made a pot of coffee. As it brewed, he puttered around the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and cleaning the sink; glancing every so often at the folded envelope. The coffee finished and he added creamer and sugar to it and sat at a stool at the breakfast bar. Directly across from him was the letter and he burned with curiosity.

Finally, he grabbed it. If it turned out to be none of his business, he'd simply apologize. The letter was barely sealed and he dug out the computer printed paper folded inside.

He sat back with his coffee and began to read.

To Whom it May Concern:

If you are reading this, then you have found the most useless piece of humanity in the world. My condolences. I did my damnedest with this thing and he was never what I wanted him to be. I don't give a shit about his real name, but he will answer to Slave or Boy. He is dumb as a rock and not obedient, so he will need daily beatings, preferably the cane. Done correctly, it will not leave a mark. Slave's time with me was supposed to be fulfilling and I sit here unsatisfied, as will you if you keep him. Hell, I would have been more satisfied with a fucking woman than this slave. No matter how many times I beat him and worked him over, he never lost his gag reflex, even using burns as incentive. He does take it in the ass well, though he cries through it, so you'll have to gag him. He eats on the floor as a slave should. His duties include all cleaning, all laundry, nightly foot massages, cooking, sex whenever and wherever I want it. Good behavior means he gets to eat, bad behavior means a beating. Do yourself a favor and start beating him from the start. Otherwise, just go drop him at a play party and hope someone else claims him. That's how I found him. A huge mistake and a tremendous waste of time.

Master

Kurt ran to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet, losing what little was in his stomach. He sat there, shaken to his core. When he was sure his stomach was going to be okay, he rinsed his mouth and brushed his teeth.

Returning to the kitchen and the letter, he could not believe that a person with a beating heart and a brain in their head had written these horrible, ugly words. As he reread it, he started to see red and his fists clenched. The man in that spare room was a helpless, broken man. He seemed like all he wanted to do was please someone.

Kurt didn't want Blaine to find the letter, but wanted to show it to Sebastian, so he went to his desk and hid it in his locked drawer.

After turning the coffee pot off and switching the laundry over, he went to his room and changed into pajamas. He left the hall light on, in case Blaine needed it. Getting in bed, he pulled the duvet up and stared off into the semi-dark. His heart ached for the sleeping man next door; those haunted golden eyes searing into his soul. What the heck was going to happen tomorrow? Thank god it was not only Friday, but the end of his show, so he had as much time off as he wanted. He had a feeling he would need it.

. . . . . .

A soul ripping scream sounded through the house, jarring Kurt from his sleep. At first he wondered what the hell was going on, then he remembered Blaine. He ran to the spare room and turned on the light. Blaine was folded up in the corner of the room, holding his hands over his head protectively in the corner, ragged screams coming from his throat.

"Blaine, sweetie, it's okay. You're safe," Kurt said quietly, not wanting to jar the man.

"No! Master, please no. Slave will do better, I promise, just please no more," Blaine sobbed.

Angry tears bit at Kurt's eyes. "Blaine, you're doing good. I'm so pleased with you right now. Come here and I'll show you," he continued. He worked from some sort of instinct, and just kept with it. "Blaine, you slept in bed, just like I wanted you to. Come here now," he said a little firmer.

"Master?" Blaine whimpered.

"No, sweetie. It's Kurt, remember, I brought you home with me?" Kurt said, hoping to trigger his memory.

"Sir?" he asked, his tone hopeful.

"Yes, Blaine, it's me. Why don't you come here now," Kurt said.

Slowly, Blaine's arms lowered and he peeked at Kurt. "Sir, it's really you. Master isn't here?"

"It's really me, sweetie. And no, Master isn't here and will never be here. I locked the doors and you're safe here, okay? Now come here, please," Kurt coaxed. He had to get Blaine to trust him.

Blaine nodded and crawled toward Kurt until he was kneeling in front of him, his head bowed, hands in his lap.

Kurt's heart ached. He'd seen Blaine get in this position many times now and was certain that this had been a regular thing with the Master.

"Thank you for coming here. Good job," Kurt affirmed.

Reaching down he carded his fingers through Blaine's curls. They were so soft.

"Look at me, please," Kurt murmured.

Blaine immediately looked up at him, his eyes wary.

"Good boy," he said. Kurt cupped his cheek and rubbed at his soft skin with his thumb. Blaine twitched like he wanted to do something.

"Go ahead, Blaine," Kurt said.

A small smile played on Blaine's lips and he nuzzled his face into Kurt's hand.

"Did you have a bad dream, Blaine?" Kurt asked, surprised how much his heart tugged at the simple joy Blaine was receiving just from touching his hand.

"Yes, Sir," Blaine said quietly.

"Do you want to tell me about it? It's your decision," Kurt said.

"No, please, Sir. It was, was… and the Master…," Blaine whimpered.

"Okay, okay. It's alright, sweetie. You don't have to talk about it," Kurt assured him, using both hands to brush across his face and hair. "Will you stand up, please?"

"Yes, Sir," Blaine said and stood quickly, eyes down, hands clasped in front of him.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed with me? I only want to sleep, I don't want anything more than for both of us to sleep. Do you understand?" Kurt said, hoping he made it clear that he wasn't expecting anything more from Blaine. "Look at me, Blaine."

"Yes, Sir, I understand," Blaine said, his golden eyes solemn.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, Sir, if that would please you, Sir," Blaine answered.

Kurt's head cocked to the side. Blaine's words 'if that would please you'. Did he understand he had a choice? "Blaine, this is not to please me. This is to please you. Would it please you more to sleep here in your bed or to come and sleep in my bed?" Kurt specified, realizing he'd called the room Blaine's room.

"I would like to come sleep in Sir's bed, please," he murmured, looking up at him hesitantly with those golden eyes.

"Alright then. Let's go to bed, shall we?" Kurt said, turning to leave the room.

He peaked back and saw Blaine following him, head down and hands clasped. Kurt sighed, hoping he'd be able to get Blaine to stop that at some point.

After they both got into his room, Kurt paused. "So, uh, this is my room. I sleep on this side, so you can have that side," he pointed out. "The bathroom is right through there, use it if you need to. Do you have any questions?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, Sir."

"Okay, then. Let's get some sleep. It's been a long night for both of us," Kurt said and the two crawled in bed on opposite sides.

Kurt snuggled in and got in the position he always slept in. He heard Blaine shuffle around on the other side until they were both quiet.

"Good night, Blaine. You did good tonight," Kurt said softly.

"Good night, Sir," Blaine whispered.

Within a half hour they were both asleep. Kurt drifted towards Blaine unconsciously. Blaine stayed curled in a tight ball. Kurt stopped when he was behind Blaine. In his sleep, he wrapped an arm and leg around Blaine, drawing him in closer to his body. Moments later, Blaine's body finally relaxed and he came out of the ball he'd slept in for years. They remained in that position, both sleeping soundly for the first time in many months.

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So, what do you think? How is Kurt doing? I thank my general knowledge, Wikipedia and other websites for what I came up with the D/s world. Just remember, this is all fiction and I'm more likely to be wrong about things, than right. But for me, it's all about the story. Please review!