Kurt kept his eyes shut, hoping that Finn would finally stop pacing and sleep. The last time he peeked, Puck was passed out on the couch and Finn was basically ripping out his hair. Blaine was on the bed next to him, but not touching. He realized it was because now that he knew the truth, it would be very awkward seeing as though he paid Kurt to sleep with him. He knew this, but he would be lying if he said it didn't hurt that Blaine wouldn't touch him. At the very least, hold him to let him know he wasn't alone. Kurt decided to take matters into his own hands. Pretending to still be asleep, Kurt rolled over, snuggling into Blaine's chest. He figured he'd at least soak up all the comfort he could before he had to leave and disappear for good. As he dozed, he was assaulted with memories of his first few days in New York after he was taken.

"My name is Kurt." He should have known being stubborn would only get him punished, but he couldn't help it. He just wanted to go back home.

The man named Jimbo gritted his teeth, taking hold of Kurt's neck with his meaty fingers, "You listen here, boy. I traveled a long way for some new game, and you're going to fucking behave. Do you understand me, Porcelain?"

Instead of nodding his head, Kurt pushed his luck, "My name isn't Porcelain." He was met with a sharp smack to the face.

"We'll work on that later. Now, when I got you, I was under the assumption you were a virgin." The sweaty man stroked his facial hair, eyeing him up and down, "Is this true?"

Kurt's eyes widened and a shudder ran down his spine, "W-why?"

"We're not playing twenty questions here, Porcelain. Have you ever had a cock up your ass or not?" The older man yelled, causing Kurt to flinch back into the wall.

"N-no…" Kurt's face flushed as hot tears started to fall down his cheeks. He was more than scared. He was terrified.

Jimbo rolled his eyes, "Fuck. You're gonna be a piece of work to get whipped into shape. I can already tell."

"Then let me go?" Kurt tried, pleading with the man.

Jimbo let out a haughty laugh, holding his plump belly in his hands, "Nice one, kid. Not going to work, though." He took out his phone and started to press a few buttons, "I'm just gonna have to get a few loyal customers to train you." He sneered.

"T-train?" Kurt sputtered, starting to hyperventilate as he heard a patterned knock at the door.

Jimbo just smiled at him before opening the door, letting in three large men, "Guys, this is Porcelain. Porcelain, this is Gary," He gestured to a greasy, tan skinned man who was sucking at the cross around his neck, "Paul," He nodded his head over to a stumpy man with spiked, blond hair, "and Neil." Jimbo pointed to a slight man with dark circles under his eyes and pinpoint pupils, obviously high. "Now, boys. Remember to wear a condom. If Porcelain here says otherwise, you know what'll happen." He warned, opening a duffle bag in the corner and sliding it to the middle of the floor. In the dim light of the windowless room, Kurt could make out several packages of condoms and lube, along with an assortment of gaudy-colored sex toys. "Have fun."

Kurt was awoken when he felt a warm hand cupping his face, another running through his hair. He opened his eyes to see wide, honey orbs watching him with concern. It was then that he felt the tears cooling on his cheeks and the vivid memory of those two days locked in the dark room with the three men came back to him. Kurt's chin trembled before he let out a choked sob, reaching out and clinging to Blaine's body as if he were an anchor to reality. "Shhh, It's okay. You're okay, baby." Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, running a comforting hand on his back. Did he just call him baby? Kurt relaxed into Blaine's strong arms, a tiny smile curling on his lips, "I'm so sorry, Kurt."

"Sorry for what?" Kurt asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

Blaine sighed, placing a hand on Kurt's cheek, "You know what."

"You didn't know anything, Blaine. It's not like I told you everything and you still had sex with me." Kurt reasoned, not that Kurt would have cared too much if he had.

Blaine rolled onto his back rubbing his eyes with his hands, "I should have known though… There were these moments when I caught a flicker of something else. Like… I can't even explain it, Kurt. You just seemed so surprised at certain things that I did or said, and you acted differently because of it. I don't know what you were like before… all of this happened, but I feel like I caught a glimpse into who you used to be." Blaine peeked out from his fingers, "Does that make any sense?"

Kurt gave a small smile, shifting closer, "In a way, yes. I've actually been acting more like myself with you than I have in four years." He admitted as he let his fingers spider across the mattress and onto Blaine's thigh. "I didn't know you were really paying that much attention to me." He rubbed small circles over the sheets before shifting closer, pressing his body flush with Blaine's side, "I've never felt this way about anyone."

Blaine's breath became labored, "What way?"

"Like I want to rip your clothes off and have my way with you." Kurt purred, "Except when we're done, I don't want to get up and leave."

"I-" Blaine stopped himself, seeming to reevaluate his words before continuing again, "I can't, Kurt. Not after what happened."

An irrational sense of hurt flooded Kurt's body as he sat up, peering down at Blaine, "I'm a consenting adult, Blaine. This isn't how it is with all of the others, Blaine. I want you." In a bold move, he reached out and took Blaine's hand and pressed it against his growing arousal, "I want you." He repeated, staring into Blaine's hazel eyes, darkened with lust.

"Kurt- I care about you… I don't want to jeopardize-"

"You're jeopardizing everything by rejecting me, Blaine! I just want to show you what I feel for you in the only way that I know how. I need you to know that I'm falling for you, fucking hard, before it's too late and… and-" Kurt wiped the tears away.

"I'm falling for you too, Kurt. There are other ways to show that, you know."

Kurt squeezed his eyes closed, "I know." It wasn't like he could just tell him that he was going to be leaving and never coming back. He had to show Blaine that everything he did for him, the care that he showed him wasn't going to be forgotten. "Please, Blaine." Kurt got onto his hands and knees, straddling Blaine's waist.

"Kurt-"

Kurt cut him off with a kiss. Something he'd never initiate, but it just felt so right to have Blaine's lips against his own. He let his teeth graze Blaine's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Blaine parted his lips, allowing Kurt to slip his tongue in, meeting Blaine's in a dance. He pulled away slightly, their tongues rolling with each other outside their mouths before Kurt pressed forward, commanding the kiss. Kurt felt Blaine's hands take hold of his waist before they were turning and Blaine was hovering over Kurt. Blaine began unbuttoning Kurt's jeans, sliding them down his slender legs. They never dropped eye contact as both men undressed until they were both naked and on the bed. Blaine caressed the skin along Kurt's hips as he kissed along Kurt's neck. Kurt threw his head back, his eyelids fluttering as he stared at the wall behind him. He'd never felt like this before. It was a completely new experience, the slow pace, the kissing, everything. It was perfect. Blaine reached his arms underneath Kurt, pushing upward and pressing their bodies together. Kurt's gasp of pleasure was caught in Blaine's mouth as they moved their mouths together. Their tongues working together in slow languid strokes. Kurt moved his face, sucking on the lobe of Blaine's ear while fisting his hands in his raven locks. "Fuck me, Blaine." He breathed into the shell of his ear.

Blaine pulled away, his honey eyes smoldering in the moonlight, "No, Kurt." Confused, Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat, "I'm going to show you more than that. I'm not going to fuck you." He cupped Kurt's face in one of his hands, swiping his thumb along Kurt's lower lip, "I'm going to make love to you." Love. Kurt's mouth was parted as he watched the stunning man glance between Kurt's eyes and his lips before dipping his head and pressing a tender kiss to his lips. He pulled away, reaching inside his bedside drawer to pull out a condom package and a small tube of lube. Blaine popped the cap and squeezed a fair amount onto his fingers, rubbing them together before he settled himself between Kurt's legs, "Are you ready?" He asked. Kurt flushed, nodding his head. Blaine pressed one finger inside of him, kissing the insides of his thighs as moved the digit around. A moment later, he added a second finger. He waited for Kurt to adjust to the addition before he began to scissor and crook his fingers, finding that magical bunch of nerves. Kurt hid his moan in his arm, knowing full well his brother and friend were outside the door. Blaine added a third finger and Kurt was all but writhing beneath the man.

"Okay, B-Blaine… I'm ready. Just-" Kurt stopped his rambling when Blaine pulled his fingers out. He whined at the loss until he felt something much larger at his entrance.

Kurt blinked to see Blaine had already put on the condom and was poised between his legs. "Tell me if you need me to stop for any reason." He nuzzled his nose into Kurt's neck and he pushed forward. Kurt keened, digging his stubby nails into Blaine's back. Once Blaine was all the way in, he paused, looking straight into Kurt's eyes with an expression Kurt was sure he'd never seen before. Kurt nodded to his silent question and then Blaine pulled out slightly before pushing back in. The pace was slow and steady, something that he wasn't used to at all. Blaine's arms wound around him, holding Kurt's body close to his own as they moved as one. Kurt stared up at Blaine's face in wonder, of how such an ideal man could want him in this way. Blaine caught him staring and graced him with a warm smile, their lips meeting once more. Without warning, Kurt felt Blaine's hand wrapping around his member, stroking him up and down. With the intense emotions and the pleasure mixing into everything, Kurt was so overwhelmed. He came with Blaine's name falling from his lips. Blaine stroked him through his orgasm, still moving inside him. Not long after, Blaine followed suit, saying Kurt's name in a strained whisper. Blaine's weight slumped on top of him as both men panted, coming down from their highs. Kurt pressed his lips onto Blaine's shoulder, still in a state of complete bliss. So that was what making love felt like? Blaine pulled out of him, slipping off the condom and throwing it into the trashcan next to the table. Kurt was still staring at the ceiling when Blaine's arms wrapped around his body, holding him tight. "I didn't know it could happen so fast." Blaine breathed, sounding as if he were already half asleep.

"I didn't think if happened that fast." Kurt countered.

Blaine chuckled, shifting so he could look into Kurt's eyes, "That's not what I meant… Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Kurt's heart started to go faster, he wouldn't be surprised if Blaine could hear it from his close proximity, "I didn't." He admitted.

His heart literally skipped a beat as Blaine leaned down, his lips brushing against Kurt's in a feather light touch, "I fell for you the moment you walked through my door." His lips moved against his as he spoke. He laid his head on Kurt's chest, his steamy breath ghosting along Kurt's pale skin, "I think I love you." He breathed before his breathing evened out and he fell asleep.

Kurt felt like he couldn't speak. His chest became tight and his eyes stung. Why couldn't they have met before he was taken? Why did everything good in Kurt's life go wrong? He knew that he loved Blaine too. It just didn't make any sense though. Was it possible to fall in love with someone that you hardly know in a matter of a couple weeks? The aching in his chest gave him his answer. It didn't matter though. Kurt couldn't stay, no matter how much he wanted to. With a silent sob, Kurt pulled himself away from Blaine. He redressed and carefully opened the bedroom door, peeking out through the crack. Puck was no longer on the couch, so he must have gone back to his room. Finn was lying on the couch, his long legs hanging over the side. Kurt turned and let his eyes roam the room. He found a notebook and a pen, so he ripped out a page and tore it into two pieces to write on.

Finn and Puck,

I'm sorry.

-Kurt

On the other, Kurt had to think a moment about what he wanted to write. There was so much that he wanted to say, but he knew what the most important thing was. The one thing that he needed Blaine to know. With a deep breath, Kurt brought pen to paper and wrote down his message.

Blaine,

I love you, too.

-Kurt

He folded both notes and placed Blaine's on the pillow next to him. Biting his lip briefly, he slowly leaned down and pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips. He held in his tears as he crept out of the room, putting the other note on the coffee table next to Finn before pulling the blanket on top of him. Once he was done, he quietly unlatched the door and escaped the apartment. This was for the best, he reasoned.

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