Kurt, shading his face from the sun, followed Sebastian quietly to the parking lot. Seeing his sub squinting, he cursed at himself and took out his sunglasses slipped them gently onto Kurt's bruised face. He opened the door of his Lexus for Kurt and helped ease him in before buckling him in when Kurt grimaced at moving. He then joined Kurt in the car and left the parking lot of the jail and courthouse. Kurt let out a deep breath when the jail was far behind them and let his head lean back onto the head rest. He did not care where they went or what happened to him now. He was just glad to know he would wake up in the morning. Nobody would be grabbing his ass or cock anymore. Nobody would make sly comments about him blowing the entire cell block. And he would not be forced to go through another massive beating. Nothing Sebastian could do would be worse than what he had already been through.
Silent tears were streaming down his cheeks and he opened his eyes to look over at Sebastian. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much," he whispered with true gratitude in his voice.
Sebastian looked over and saw his sub's tears. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured. He quickly pulled the car over and took Kurt's hand, wishing he could pull his sub into his arms, but knew he was in too much pain. "I am so sorry you had to go through any of that. I am so glad you are with me now. I will keep you safe, I swear it."
Kurt smiled gently. "You already did. I was there through my own doings, don't be sorry for that. You saved me from there and I will always be grateful." He took a deep breath and hoped to the Fates that he meant what he would say next. "I will try to make you happy, Sir. I don't know if I can, but I will try."
Sebastian brushed his fingers along Kurt's Claiming cuff. "I am happy, Kurt. And please, it would make me even happier if you would just call me Sebastian. Or Seb, or Bas, or Bastian. I've always been partial to Bastian."
He had such an adorably hopeful look on his face, that Kurt had to give a small giggle. "Okay. Bastian it is, then."
Sebastian grinned so wide he thought his face would crack. Partly because he did love being called Bastian. Only his grand-mere had called him Bastian before she passed away. He felt loved when he heard it. He'd never asked anyone to call him that before. But his grin was also because something he'd done had made Kurt giggle. It was the first true expression of happiness he'd made since he first saw him at the dance club so long ago. It was the sweetest, most beautiful sound he'd ever heard next to Kurt's own voice.
"Now that we've got that settled, let's get going," Sebastian said, still smiling. He reached over and turned the stereo on. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kurt sigh deeply, and rest his head on the headrest again. A small smile played at the corner of his swollen mouth. They stayed quiet as they drove, one of them humming every now and then. Sebastian realized Kurt probably hadn't heard most of the songs that were playing. He would have to catch up on quite a lot of things he'd missed. Sebastian saw the light at the end of that tunnel, knowing he could be the one to show him the TV shows, movies, and music he'd missed out on.
When they stopped at a medical clinic, Kurt looked at Sebastian questioningly.
"I want to get you checked out," Sebastian said. "I want to make sure nothing is broken. I know they said you were fine, but I don't tend to trust them much."
"Okay," Kurt said with a shrug and slowly moved to get out of the car. He followed Sebastian, entering in front of him when he held the door for Kurt. When Sebastian checked in, they were immediately shown to a room, surprising Kurt. Thinking about it, Sebastian was a top attorney, apparently, and had contacts and people who could probably get him anything he wanted. Look at how easily Kurt had gotten out of jail. He had a feeling it wasn't that easy for most people. Not like he would complain though.
Sebastian helped Kurt up on the exam table and moments later, a Latina woman entered the room and hugged Sebastian. "How goes it, you preppy bastard?"
"Bitch, please. This is Kurt, my sub. He, well, he needs you," Sebastian said, his words going softer and softer as his sentence ended.
"I can see that for myself, preppy. Hi, Kurt, I'm Dr. Lopez, but because you know this prick, you can call me Santana. Okay, Porcelain, let's take a look at you. Did your nose get broken and reset?" She asked, gently touching his nose.
"No, but it felt like it was broken at the time," Kurt said quietly, wincing. He was still trying to catch up with the names they were calling each other. He didn't understand it all, but he had a feeling he liked this doctor. With her calling him Porcelain mean she liked him? It was definitely one of the better nicknames he'd had.
"Well that is good, you could not carry off a broken nose. You are not butch enough," Santana said lightly. She ran her fingers over and behind his head, feeling the small knot he had. Nodding to herself, she stepped back. "Shirt off, please."
Kurt unbuttoned his shirt and removed it painfully. He shot a small smile to Sebastian who helped him take it off his arms so his shoulders would not pull. "Thanks Bastian," he whispered and saw Sebastian beam at him.
Santana slowly removed the bandage wrapped around his ribcage. "Okay, we definitely have some bruised ribs here," the doctor said, lightly touching along the bruises on his sides. "Good, nothing broken. How is your breathing?"
"Sore, but fine," Kurt said. He was grateful that though she was a hard ass, she was a gentle doctor.
"Good. If that changes, you need to get to the emergency room," she said. "Sebastard, help him lay down, and then you can leave the room," she told him.
Kurt was amused that neither of them blinked at the names they'd called each other.
Sebastian did not fight or question her, but helped Kurt lean slowly back, grimacing at each whimper that escaped the thin man. Seeing him laying down showed how much weight the man had lost. His ribs were more prominent then they should be and though his abs were still somewhat defined, it was evident he was underweight.
Gritting his teeth, he told Kurt he would be back in a moment and left the room. He would need to get Kurt on a healthy diet with plenty of protein and vitamins. Hopefully that would help get him back to a healthy weight. While he waited he decided to compose a grocery list. He'd have to add to it once he found out what Kurt liked to eat.
Back in the room, Santana unbuttoned and unzipped Kurt's pants. Carefully, she began palpating Kurt's stomach and sides to make sure there was no damage to any organs. "You got off pretty lucky, Porcelain. Other than major bruising, you do not have anything else that concerns me. I have to ask, though. Were you hurt in any other way?" she asked him, glancing quickly down to his pants and then back to his eyes.
Kurt shook his head. "No. That is why I look like this. I fought back," he said quietly.
She zipped and buttoned his pants, smiling. "Way to go, Porcelain! Tough little bitch, aren't you?" she said, taking his hand and showing her strength, eased him back up on her own without him having to put forth much effort.
"Bitch maybe. Tough? I don't feel like it," Kurt said with a half smile, half grimace.
"Not right now, you don't. I am going to prescribe you some strong anti inflammatories, muscle relaxers, some pain medicine, and some vitamins. You need to get some weight back on your bones, so no cutting carbs," she said, shaking her finger at him.
"How did you know that was how I eat?" he asked, incredulous.
"I can always tell, Porcelain," she said with a grin. "It is my Mexican third eye," she said, tapping on her forehead between her eyes.
"Can I ask you something?" Kurt asked out of the blue.
"You can try," Santana teased.
"This is just between us, right?" he had to ask.
"Always," she assured him.
"You know Sebastian?" he began.
"Unfortunately," she said with a wink, looking up from where she was jotting down the prescriptions.
"Is he, uh, is he a nice guy?" Kurt asked in a whisper.
"Why do you ask that? You are his sub, aren't you?" she asked, confused.
"Um, I guess he didn't explain my situation," Kurt said. He unsnapped his cuff and took off the medical wrap, showing Santana the fake Dom mark. "I was in jail for impersonating a Dom. The only way I could get out without doing serious jail time was to be Claimed. Sebastian asked to Claim me. I said no. Many times. I, uh, got the shit beat out of me for not letting myself be raped. Then yesterday this happened," he said, waving his hand at himself. "I got this neat cut when some guy took a shiv and decided I needed the tattoo cut off. That's when the guards finally stepped in. So today I said yes to Bastian and poof, he Claimed me. I just don't know him that well and I guess I would rather be prepared instead of surprised. That's why I asked if he is a nice guy," Kurt explained.
Santana nodded and grabbed some cotton balls and cleaned up the shallow cut across the tattoo before bandaging it. "You're pretty bad ass, Porcelain. I've never met an impersonator before. You have some balls on you that clang louder than the Liberty Bell! As for Sebastian, he really is a nice guy. I've known him since high school. He is a nose to the grind hard worker, good to those who are good to him. He can be a smarmy ass sometimes, but so can anyone. You've got yourself a good one, Porcelain. Trust me on that. Now, hold on a minute. Did you just get out today, then?" she asked.
She helped him get his shirt on and he buttoned it while he responded. "We literally just came from there."
"And you were just Claimed then, were you not?" she continued.
Kurt nodded again. "Yeah."
"Well, damn. Sebastard is going to be mad, but there is no way you are having sex tonight or tomorrow night for that matter. You need at least a week before you could withstand sex, much less enjoy it, " she told him.
Kurt breathed out with relief. "I am actually glad to hear that. I was not looking forward to more pain."
Santana looked at him oddly. "More pain? Kurt, if you have someone who gives at least a little shit, it will not hurt. It should not hurt. If it does, your partner has done something very wrong," she told him.
"I've, uh, never had a partner," he whispered, turning red and avoiding her gaze.
"Oh. Well, I know enough about Sebastian to know you'll be okay in that respect. You just worry about getting better. Keep your ass parked in bed or on the couch, but walk around every hour to keep your muscles loosened up. Got it?" Kurt nodded. "I need to talk to Sebastian now, why don't you wait out in the waiting room," she finished.
"Alright," he said. He figured she would be the one to break the news about no sex, so he was more than happy to let her do the talking.
He opened the door and slowly walked out to the waiting area, which was empty, thankfully. Sebastian stood when he entered the room.
"How did it go?" he asked, anxiously. He was worried for Kurt, his Dom urges needing to know his sub was okay.
"Nothing broken or seriously damaged. Just major bruising everywhere," Kurt relayed. "Um, she wanted to talk to you," he said.
Sebastian nodded. "Okay. Will you be okay here for a few minutes or do you want to go sit in the car?" he asked solicitously.
"I'm fine here," Kurt said, lowering himself into the chair.
Sebastian watched until he was settled, then hurried back to the room. "Is he okay?" he asked worriedly when he got in the door.
Santana handed him the prescriptions. "He will be. He needs lots of rest, lots of food, the vitamins and pain killers I prescribed and no stress. And sorry, Dom daddy, but no sex for at least a week," she said, watching her friend closely.
Sebastian nodded. "I thought as much. There is no way I could even think of touching Kurt sexually right now. It hurts me to even think about it," he said, cringing. "What about cuddling?"
Santana smiled. "Glad to hear it and as much as he can handle comfortably. So, get Kurt settled, get his meds, and feed that boy. Do not let him live on salads alone. He needs filling, good-for-him foods. Carbs and protein to fill him back out. He is at least fifteen pounds underweight. With his build that is ten pounds too much. So he needs to gain at least that much back. I would like to see him gain twenty pounds, but I will be happy with ten to fifteen. He'd probably put up a fuss with much more than that. Got it?"
Sebastian nodded, happy with her assessment. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you for seeing us on such short notice. Should he come back in again?"
Santana shook her head. "No. As long as he continues to heal. Any trouble breathing or any new, intense pain, then go to the emergency room. Other than that, he should be fine healing at home," she told him. "Oh and get him out of those skinny jeans, would you? He needs loose clothes that will not inhibit movement and breathing. Though with his weight loss, those skinny jeans are not very skinny," she noted.
"True. We will need to stop by his house and collect some of his things until I can get movers in there," Sebastian said. He hoped Kurt would not put up a fight about the move to Sebastian's house. It had to be this way. Not just because they were Claimed, but because Kurt had to be in Sebastian's possession at all times. The court would probably send people to check in from time to time. They had to be safe.
Sebastian thanked Santana again and after she punched his arm in return, he left the room. Kurt was sitting, looking exhausted, in the waiting room. His expression was one of fatigue and depression. Sebastian took a deep breath, unable to completely hide the joy he still felt at having Kurt for his own. But more than that, he wanted to help Kurt, to heal him and make him smile. There was nothing more that he wanted than for this man, this gorgeous, broken man, to be happy.
"Ready to go?" he asked quietly, offering his hand. He didn't take offense when Kurt stood on his own.
"Definitely ready," Kurt said.
Sebastian helped him back in the car and they headed out. "Would you like to pick up some clothes and stuff from your house?" he asked. He hoped it wouldn't set the smaller man off. Moving in was part and parcel to being a Claimed sub.
"Yeah, I guess so," Kurt said. He mumbled some directions and minutes later they pulled up to Kurt's apartment building.
Sebastian followed him after offering his help to carry things. They took the elevator up to the eleventh floor and Kurt unlocked the door to apartment eleven oh four. Sebastian gave a low whistle when they walked in. He hadn't known what to expect, but this was a gorgeous apartment.
Kurt looked back at him, his eyes finally looking somewhat alive. "Is that a good whistle or bad?" he asked.
"Oh definitely good. This place is beautiful, Kurt," Sebastian said with a smile. "You have unbelievably good taste."
"Thank you," Kurt said with a genuine smile. He had always loved his home and had spent many hours painstakingly getting every color, every fabric, every piece of art just the way he wanted it.
"You are more than welcome. I'm going to have to let you go crazy on my place. Maybe you can work some magic," Sebastian said, honestly. "Do you have any ibuprofen?" He wanted Kurt to get some medicine in him quickly until he could get to the pharmacy.
"Um, yeah. Did you need some?" Kurt asked listlessly.
"No. I was thinking for you," Sebastian said with a small smile.
"Oh, right," Kurt said. "Yeah, I'll take some right now," he said, heading toward the kitchen.
The floors were a light hardwood, maybe birch. The walls were a pale gray, Dior gray, if Sebastian was guessing right. The furniture was clean and streamlined in black, white and crimson, but comfortable at the same time. Looking around, Sebastian had to wonder if maybe he shouldn't just move in here. It looked to be about the same size as Sebastian's place, if not larger.
"How many bedrooms are here?" he asked, looking around.
"Three bedrooms, all with walk in closets," Kurt answered, wandering around his kitchen with a glass of water in his hand. "Three baths. Two thousand square feet. Breakfast nook. Balcony with a view," he said almost sadly. He would hate to leave this place.
Sebastian kept wandering around, honestly falling more in love with the place. Definitely larger and with more closets and bathrooms. He definitely didn't have a breakfast nook or a view from his balcony. Three bedrooms. That was one more than his. Maybe he could get Kurt to let him use one as an office. All he really needed was a work space and a bedroom. They would be sharing a bedroom, so that would leave the other room for Kurt.
"What do you use the spare bedrooms for?" Sebastian asked, not wanting to offer up his idea prematurely.
"One is my work area, office, sketching room. The other one is just storage for now, filled with old designs, work forms, that sort of thing," Kurt said, still appearing to be wandering with no direction.
Sebastian could see that Kurt obviously loved this place and would be very sad to let it go. Concentrating for a moment on his own condo, he went through his furniture, appliances, art, and such, trying to think of what he would honestly miss. He did enjoy his recliner. It was black, maybe Kurt would not mind overly much if he brought it in.
"Kurt, can I talk to you for a moment," Sebastian asked, moving to sit on the black couch. He had made up his mind and since he would do anything to make things easier for his beloved sub, this would be one large step towards that end.
"I'm sorry, I know I haven't packed anything yet," Kurt said dismissively. He came and sat down in a gorgeous red wingback chair.
"Don't worry about it. I actually have a question for you regarding your apartment," Sebastian began.
Kurt's eyes focused completely on Sebastian. If Sebastian was going to destroy his home, he wanted to be ready to fight him on it.
"Would it be okay if I moved in with you instead of the other way around?" Sebastian asked to Kurt's shock.
"What?" Kurt asked, certain he had not heard correctly.
"Well, I actually love this place, from what I've seen. My place is definitely smaller, not as many rooms. And really, really, not well decorated. I figure why should we have to live at my house just because of the whole Dom thing? We could just as easily live here. If you would not mind, I would like the unused bedroom for an office, I bring a lot of my legal cases home. Other than that and an old recliner, I do not have anything else I would miss. If you don't mind, that is. It is up to you," Sebastian said. He wanted the entire decision to be Kurt's so he would not feel as if Sebastian had talked him into it.
"Please, Bastian. Are you being serious? Because if you are messing with me, it is really cruel," Kurt said passionately. "I love my home and would love to stay here. But if you are just offering it to take it away, please, don't do it."
Sebastian gaped at him, astonished. "Kurt, I would never be that cruel to you! I am one hundred percent serious about this. I would like it if we both could live here. I would not joke about that. I hate moving," he admitted, giving Kurt a small smile. He'd loved that Kurt had called him Bastian again. But to think he was so unbelievably cruel. Would he ever convince Kurt he wasn't a monster? Or would he always be fighting it? For now, Sebastian would keep trying.
Kurt's lips trembled then pulled up into a beautiful smile, despite the bruising and cuts. "I would love that," he breathed. "I could empty out the spare room and we could put your chair over there by the couch. I could cover it with a throw blanket if it is too ugly."
"And I will let you," Sebastian said with a grin. "Well, that is settled then. We will live here. I really like it, I think it will be good living here." He stood, ready to head off to the pharmacy.
"I do, too," Kurt admitted, almost shyly. "Thank you, Bastian." He got up and walked to his Dom and gave him a kiss at the corner of his mouth. "Really. Thank you."
Sebastian actually blushed. He couldn't help it, his precious, darling Kurt had kissed him for the first time. "You are very welcome, Kurt. I am the one getting something out of this. It is a beautiful home, I can tell you've put your heart and soul into it. I hope we can enjoy it together. Maybe if you are feeling better tomorrow or the next day, we can go through my place and see if there is anything you can salvage," he said, chuckling. "Alright, since that is squared away, may I suggest you get into some comfortable clothing and settle in. It is up to you," he made sure to say. "Santana mentioned that with all the bruising, tight fitting clothes might be too restrictive with the swelling," he said casually. Then he started listing out his to-do list out loud. "I will go drop off your prescriptions, get some groceries, pick up some of my things until I can arrange some movers. What would you like for dinner?"
Kurt thought for a moment. "There is a great Thai place around the corner, if you like Thai," he offered.
Sebastian smiled. "I happen to love Thai. What would you like?"
Kurt jotted down his order, as he liked to substitute different parts of the order. Sebastian took the slip of paper and headed for the door, still muttering about his to-do list. "Oh and when I get back I'll clean out your fridge. I'm sure there is some pretty nasty stuff in there. And maybe after dinner, we can run you a hot bath?"
"That sounds heavenly," Kurt said, then smiled, realizing he wasn't listening. "Bastian, here, you'll need this," he handed Sebastian his spare key. "It's yours now."
"Oh. Thank you," Sebastian said, stopping and giving him a loving smile. "I will be back soon."
"Okay," Kurt said, giving him a shy smile.
When Sebastian walked out, Kurt could not help but move back to the couch and sink down in shock. He had been certain that once Sebastian had Claimed him that he would never be allowed anything again. That was how it went, wasn't it? Now, he was being allowed to stay in the home he loved so dearly. Sebastian had suggested taking ibuprofen, had suggested changing clothes, never ordering. It meant so much to Kurt that he got that much from his new Dom. After digesting all of what happened, he slowly made his way to his room. A soft cotton t-shirt and a pair of lounge pants would certainly be more comfortable than the not so skinny jeans he was wearing. When he was changed, he settled onto the couch with a blanket over his lap and turned the TV on to catch up on the news. Injuries notwithstanding, things were going well.