During the following week, Blaine began to relax more and more. Though he didn't want to talk about much of what he experienced, he did blossom under Kurt's care. His injuries healed and the bandages came off. The two may have been Dom and sub, but they were more like two people quickly and deeply falling in love. Kurt knew he had fallen hard for the curly haired man. He was caring, sweet, and he had the most adorable sense of humor that was slowly coming through. As they were eating or watching TV, he'd murmur a joke and send Kurt into a fit of giggles. He thought maybe Blaine was starting to feel the same as him. Blaine instigated their growing sex life, blow jobs and hand jobs, frottage and more. Kurt agreed to anything he suggested; he trusted Blaine implicitly and though he'd learned his sexual skills in a horrific environment, he and Kurt were able to turn it into something beautiful.

Late in the week, Kurt was preparing lunch for the two of them. He called Blaine in and asked him if he wanted avocado in his salad. A simple question, but the answer was a miracle.

"No, thank you, Kurt," came the soft answer.

Kurt's head popped up from preparing the salad and stared in shock into Blaine's smiling face.

"You called me Kurt," he said, blown away.

"I did," Blaine confirmed, the smile lighting his golden eyes.

"Ah!" Kurt cried and went to Blaine, picking him up and swinging him around the room. "Oh, sweetie, I've waited for this moment it seems like forever. I'm so proud of you, my gorgeous, gorgeous boy," Kurt exclaimed, kissing Blaine's face as he set him back down. "Please keep calling me Kurt. I don't want to be Sir to you. I want to be Kurt."

"Okay, Kurt," Blaine said, his eyes glowing from the praise and the kisses. He burrowed his head in Kurt's shoulder, squeezing him tightly. He realized how much this meant to Sir, to Kurt, he corrected himself. He knew Kurt was still his Dom, even if the other man didn't feel it as much. Blaine needed him to be his Dom; he wasn't ready to be without him. But this small thing, a name, he could give this to him after all Kurt had done for him.

Kurt squeezed him again. "Beware, sweets, I might just hug you every time you say my name," Kurt said, looking into his eyes. Tilting their foreheads together he whispered, "I can't wait to hear you scream it."

Blaine leaned to Kurt's ear and licked just the tip of his ear, knowing it drove the other man crazy. "Kuuurrrt," he whispered, ending with a sharp 't' sound.

Kurt moaned and turned Blaine's face so he could slant their mouths together. Instantly their bodies were welded together as they kissed passionately. After their first night and morning together, kisses were freely given and taken; and typically lasted several minutes long.

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After lunch, Kurt and Blaine cleaned up, a well oiled machine after only a week and a half.

"I have an idea of something we can do today," Kurt mentioned casually.

"What is it?" Blaine asked, shaking his head to get the curls out of his eyes.

"I thought we might take a walk around the neighborhood. There are some shops and things we can look at," Kurt said.

Blaine paled. This house had become safe to him and now Kurt wanted him to leave that safety? "I'm not sure," he said softly.

Kurt saw his fear and took him in his arms, carding his fingers through Blaine's hair. "Sweetie, I will never do anything you aren't ready for. There is a mile or so of just houses, so nothing too overwhelming. I'd like you to try it. And just like in the bedroom, if we do something you don't feel comfortable with, we will stop. You just tell me you want to come back here and we will. I think you are ready for this, Blaine. Maybe not dropping you in the middle of downtown New York, but a short walk around the neighborhood, yes. You can do it, my sweet," he said, holding Blaine's chin and looking into his fear-filled eyes.

"I will try for you, Kurt," Blaine replied, trying to swallow down his dread.

They got their coats and shoes on and stepped outside. It was chilly, but not uncomfortably so. Kurt grasped Blaine's hand in his, interlocking their fingers and holding tightly.

"I won't let you go, sweetheart, I promise," Kurt told him, his eyes serious.

"I'm going to try, Sir," Blaine said, his eyes wide.

Kurt would have corrected him, but he knew Blaine was reverting back to what made him most comfortable. He would have to use a mix of sternness and caring during their walk.

They went down the wide steps of Kurt's porch and onto the sidewalk. Kurt directed them to the right to walk through the residential neighborhood. Only a block to the left lay a bevy of shops and diners. The houses around them were like Kurt's medium sized, mostly two stories. It was an area of mostly adults, not many families with children; and those that were had older children.

It was quiet as they walked along, Kurt kept one eye on where they were walking and one eye on Blaine. Any show of true fear or panic and he'd take him back to the house.

"How long has it been since you've been out like this?" he asked the silent man.

"Months, maybe a year or longer. Master sent me to a grocery store once for cigarettes. I don't remember how long ago. I went in and asked the clerk for them and she asked for my ID. I was probably in my early twenties or so at the time, but I looked young. I told her I didn't have ID. She told me she couldn't sell me the cigarettes. I panicked and ended up begging her for them," Blaine said quietly.

"Did she sell them to you?" Kurt asked.

"No," Blaine whispered and squeezed his hand tighter.

Kurt wanted to cry. He wanted to rail and scream at the fates that had taken this young, intelligent, thoughtful man and placed him in the path of a monster. Blaine didn't go into it, but Kurt knew the cigarette incident had gotten him a brutal beating. Somehow, someday, he would find this monster. He would get his name or some hint as to who he was and he would get even. Someway, somehow, he would avenge the precious man in his care.

The first roadblock came when an older man came toward them walking his dog. Blaine stiffened and Kurt slowed their pace.

"He's not going to hurt you. That's Mr. Larson from down the street. His dog's name is Lacey, she is a good girl, very sweet," Kurt said, figuring that if he shared the details, maybe it would help.

"I haven't seen a dog in person in ages," Blaine said thoughtfully. "She's a golden retriever."

"Yes, she is. And she's going to want to give you kisses if you want to meet her," Kurt replied.

"I'd like to meet her," Blaine said, looking at Kurt hopefully.

"Alright, I'll introduce you," Kurt said with a smile at his adorable expression.

As the man approached, Kurt gave him a smile. "Hello Mr. Larson, how are you?" he asked.

"Mr. Hummel, it's nice to see you. It's been a while. Who do we have here?" the silver-haired older man asked.

"This is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson. Blaine, Mr. Larson," Kurt said.

Mr. Larson nodded at Blaine. "Mr. Anderson."

"Mr. Larson," Blaine said, imitating the nod. "May I say hello to your dog?"

"Of course. I'm so old, I can't give her as much attention as she'd like," Mr. Larson said, letting out Lacey's leash.

Blaine knelt down and said 'hello' to the dog softly, reaching a hand out to stroke her golden coat. Lacey immediately licked at his face, whimpering for attention. Blaine laughed out loud and Kurt's heart contracted. He hadn't heard that sound from Blaine before. It was like angelic music. Blaine buried his head in her golden fur and scratched her ears. When she tried to jump on him, she put him off balance and he fell backward onto the ground. He continued the laugh as she sat on him and licked his face until he was out of breath.

When Mr. Larson had to move on, he offered for Blaine to take her on a walk sometime. Blaine agreed, enthusiastically and they shook on it. The whole exchange was far from what Kurt had expected from the recovering man.

After they moved on, Blaine seemed to have a skip in his step. He talked about Lacey and where they might go and maybe he should find her a ball to play fetch with. The chattering continued on as they walked further down the street. He was so distracted he didn't cringe when they passed a couple or when a large man jogged down the other side of the street.

"Wait a minute," Blaine said, coming to a stop, yanking Kurt's hand.

"What?" Kurt asked, confused.

"You introduced me to Mr. Larson as your boyfriend," Blaine said, staring at Kurt with wonder.

"I did," Kurt confirmed.

"Do you really think of me like that?" he asked a bit more quiet.

"Well, I care about you quite a lot. I'm attracted to you physically, we share a sexual relationship. And you're living with me. All of that points to boyfriend, doesn't it?" Kurt said with a smile.

"But you're my Dom," Blaine pointed out.

"Blaine, I don't feel like a Dom. I have taken on some of the aspects of one, but I really feel like a boyfriend," Kurt said. "Could you come to see me as a boyfriend?"

"I don't know," he said honestly. "I've been in the world of Doms and subs for so long. I was taught that subs were things, something to be owned, bossed around, and beaten. Boyfriends are equals with their own thoughts and opinions and the right to say no."

"You were taught wrong, Blaine. And in my house, as my sub or my boyfriend, you are allowed to have your own thoughts, opinions, and the right to say no. You have the right to stay or leave as you decide," Kurt said.

Blaine blinked quickly, holding back tears. "How did I get so lucky to have you be the one to find me that night. When I think of who else might have… Kurt, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course," Kurt said, bringing them to a stop so he could look at him fully.

Blaine sniffed, tears escaping his eyes. "Will I ever be a normal person? Will I ever be a person who wakes up without nightmares and can live the life he wants to live? Someone who doesn't have to do what someone else says? Someone who doesn't need someone to take care of them? Please, Sir, I just want to be normal," Blaine said, coming into Kurt's arms, sobbing.

"Oh sweetheart, you will be normal, I promise you. No matter what it takes, one day you will be a normal man," Kurt said, sympathetic tears escaping his eyes. He held Blaine and rocked him back and forth until his tears subsided. "Should we call it a day and head back home? We can watch Project Runway. You like that show, don't you?"

"You don't mind?" Blaine looked up at him, his golden eyes glistening in the muted sunlight.

"Of course not, sweetheart. You've done beautifully," Kurt said. "You met Mr. Larson and we can see about taking Lacey for a walk. And look, we're almost a mile from home. That's good exercise. Come on," he said, putting his arm around Blaine's waist. "Let's go home."

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"You're my first boyfriend."

"You're my first boyfriend, too, Blaine."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Wow."

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A week and some days later, Kurt called to Blaine and sat down in the kitchen. Blaine came in and joined him, curious.

"So, since you've completely moved into my room, I had an idea. I have my study upstairs, a place where I can get work done and do things I enjoy. I'd like you to have that, too. I want to turn the guest bedroom you stayed in, into Blaine's Room, full of things you love, a place you can go to when you want to relax or get something done. How does that sound?"

Blaine's eyes were wide. "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course I would. Don't you realize by now, Blaine, that I would do anything for you?" Kurt asked quietly.

"Yes, Sir," Blaine said, blushing prettily. "Thank you, Sir, that sounds lovely."

"Excellent. That means we are going shopping. Are you ready for that?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, I think I am. We've been walking past the shops for days now and I think I'm pretty comfortable with it," Blaine said. "I'm excited and nervous."

"That's understandable. We'll keep it to one or two shops just to keep the stress level down. Now, you know that with large things, people will be delivering them into the house. Will you be okay with that?"

"I don't know. If I get scared can I go to our room until they are gone?" Blaine asked, his face pale.

"Of course. You do whatever makes you feel safe. I'll be proud of you either way. Because I'm always proud of you," Kurt smiled. "We'll go later today or tomorrow. Did you finish your homework?"

Kurt had started teaching Blaine, digging out his old college books and giving Blaine lessons. He was determined that his boyfriend be able to attend college. He was so smart and Kurt knew he would do really well in college. For now, Kurt was working on getting him up to college level learning, and getting him used to being around a lot of people.

"I was just finishing up when you called me. I am having some trouble with derivatives if you have time to help me later," Blaine said, his brow furrowed. He hated not understanding something. It would drive him crazy until he finally gave in and asked for help.

"We'll work on that tonight. I'm glad you finally asked for help. I could hear you stomping around and grumbling at your calculus book," Kurt said with a smile.

"It wasn't cooperating with me. I went over and over the instructions for the assignment and I just don't get it. It's pissing me off," he muttered.

"Wow, Blaine, language. I'm happy to hear it," Kurt grinned.

"You know how strange you are, Sir? You must be the only person in the world encouraging me to curse. Everyone else would be offended and you practically cheer," Blaine said with a cheeky grin. "I don't give a shit about what they think. I like to curse."

"No shit," Kurt replied, winking. His wink disappeared and after a moment his face got serious. "We need to talk."

"What about?" Blaine asked, seeing the change in Kurt's expression made him suddenly anxious.

"Grab the list off the fridge, would you?" Kurt said, nodding at the stainless steel fridge in the corner.

Blaine paled and stood to retrieve the list of rules that he still followed. Some new ones had been added; 'Do homework in timely manner', 'Ask for help before becoming angry'. He hadn't been punished but a handful of times and those had been standing in the corner. One punishment had been to do one hundred sit-ups. That one had led to Kurt dragging him into the bedroom and licking every inch of his six-pack before sucking his cock until he screamed.

"Read the amended rule number three please," Kurt instructed quietly.

"You are an equal in this house. You will no longer call me Sir. My name is Kurt," Blaine read out loud.

"So if that is a rule, that you agreed to, why have you been calling me Sir today?" Kurt asked. He was half worried that the stress of the homework was getting to him. As much as he was pushing Blaine to be the person he wanted to be, he was still careful and almost paranoid about pushing him too far. He didn't want to push him past that invisible line that would force him back to the scared, shivering man he was when they'd met.

Blaine colored as he realized Kurt was right. "I'm not sure. May I think for a minute?" He didn't want Kurt to think he was ignoring him.

"Please do," Kurt replied.

Blaine sat there, searching his mind. He had been calling Kurt 'Sir'. Could it be stress? That damn Calculus homework. But, no, he'd done it even before he'd started his homework. He'd been twitchy the past few days to tell the truth, his body unsettled, like he was uncomfortable in his own skin. Then it came to him. He was in withdrawal of sorts.

"I think I know what is going on," he said softly.

Kurt's expression conveyed his concern. "What is it, sweetie?"

"I think I need to be spanked. It explains why I've been off the past couple days." Blaine paused when he saw the mild shock on Kurt's face. "You've got to understand. I was spanked many times per day for years. When I would disobey or screw up or do anything wrong, I got spanked. My body got used to it. I think calling you 'Sir' was my subconscious way of getting myself in trouble."

"I, uh, I guess that makes a bit of sense. Would you mind if I called Sebastian and talked to him about it?" Kurt asked.

"Of course. He's very knowledgeable. I miss Sam. He hasn't come over for coffee in a while," Blaine said. He and Sam had become good friends, just as Kurt had hoped.

"Go ahead and work on the rest of your homework and I'll talk to Seb," Kurt said.

Blaine nodded and left the room. Kurt located Seb's number and hit Send on his phone.

"Hey lady pants, what's up?" Sebastian said.

"I have a bit of a situation with Blaine and I need your advice," Kurt said.

Seb became serious. He always did when it came to Blaine. He had been a key member of Blaine's healing and had mentored Kurt as much as he helped Blaine. "What is it?"

"He's been kind of off for a couple days, just twitchy as he called it, like he didn't belong in his own skin. He started calling me Sir again after almost a week of calling me Kurt. I called him on it and after some thought, he said he thinks he needs a spanking. He said it was like a withdrawal after being spanked so much in his life. What do you think?"

"Hmm. It sounds logical, I suppose. A good spanking might ease that, might put everything to right, clear his head. Spanking is used to punish, yes, but also to get someone's attention, in a sense, to clear their mind. Are you averse to spanking him?" Sebastian asked.

"If it will help him, of course I'll do it," Kurt said. "I'm not excited about it. I've been proud of the fact that he hasn't had to be spanked after that first time."

"If he's asking for it, then it's a good thing. He is recognizing the needs in his body. That can help with his healing. Instead of bursting out in anger or sobbing his heart out, he can have a spanking and it will take that built up feeling away. You might want to think about making the spanking a bit harder than you normally would, it'll help, " Seb said. "I know Sam has asked for a spanking a couple of times. One time he said it was either he got a spanking or he'd put his fist through a wall. Afterward, he was calm and peaceful. Try it and give me a call and let me know what happened. Sam and I can come over if need be."

"Alright. Thank you, Seb. I'm so grateful for your help. Love you," Kurt said.

"Love you too, Betty White. Tell Blaine I said 'hello'. Bye!" Seb said and hung up.

Kurt smiled and hung up. Sighing heavily, he thought about the situation. He understood what everyone was saying. He just hated physical violence in any form. Including spanking. But if it was something that Blaine needed, of course he would do it. He loved him. You do anything you can to help the one you love.

He'd realized he loved Blaine when he saw him play with the golden retriever, Lacey; whom he'd had several 'play dates' with since. Seeing the undeniable joy in his face and hearing that beautiful laughter, he knew he was in love. He never brought it up to Blaine. It was another way he didn't want to push Blaine. He didn't want to scare him off or pressure him into some confession he didn't mean. Now, he was being pressured into spanking the man he loved.

He left the room and went into the bedroom and sat on the bed. Putting his head in his hands, he prepared himself, trying to get ready to do this. He rubbed his temples thinking he may need a drink after this. Not only was he to spank his boyfriend, also known as the man he loved, but it was suggested that he spank harder than he was originally taught.

"Fuck," Kurt mumbled. "Blaine! Could you come to the bedroom please?"

Blaine came quickly, standing before him. "Yes, Kurt?"

"You broke rule three. What should the punishment for that be?" Kurt asked in monotone.

"A spanking," Blaine replied quickly.

"Please pull your pants down," Kurt instructed.

Blaine did so and lay himself across Kurt's lap, his face in the comforter, Kurt supporting his lower half.

"I am going to spank you ten times and you will count out loud. Do you understand?" Kurt said sternly.

"Yes," Blaine replied.

"What is the safe word?"

"Popsicle."

"If you miss a number, we will start over," Kurt said.

He let his hand come down harder than he ever had before. It left an immediate red mark on his round butt cheek.

"One," Blaine squeaked.

Kurt lightly rubbed at the mark before raising his hand over the other cheek and smacking him.

"Two," Blaine said and Kurt heard something in his tone, but he couldn't figure out what Blaine was feeling.

Rubbing his butt, he raised his hand and hit his sit spot, then the other side, and back up onto his cheeks, Blaine counting each one. Kurt finally figured out that Blaine was sounding relieved. Something in him was being let out.

He gave him an extra sharp swat on the top of his butt cheek before smoothing his hand over the hot, red flesh.

"Eight," Blaine breathed harshly, almost a moan.

Kurt aimed for directly on his ass crack and this time when Blaine said 'nine', he did moan. Kurt went for the same spot, only lower. If Blaine's legs were spread, he would have hit his balls.

"Ten!" Blaine cried out. "Kurt, please!"

"What, baby? What do you need?"

"I need to come, please, Kurt, please," he begged, sounding like he was in tears.

"Crawl on the bed and lay on your back," Kurt commanded.

Blaine breathed a sigh of relief and got on the bed, easing his pants off the rest of the way. Kurt turned around to face him, crawling on the bed. Immediately, he dove on Blaine's hard cock and deep throated him causing Blaine to scream out.

"Oh god, yes! Kurt, oh god…," Blaine cried.

Kurt raised up for a moment to demand. "Fuck my throat, now!"

Blaine growled and drove his cock up into Kurt's waiting mouth. He thrashed around, thrusting in and out of Kurt's mouth, pounding against the back of his throat.

"Shit, I'm going to come, Kurt!" he warned, still plunging into Kurt's mouth.

Suddenly, he froze and then let out a massive scream, come shooting down Kurt's throat almost violently, Kurt swallowing as quick as he could.

Finally, he collapsed on the bed, his cock softening as it left Kurt's swollen, spit shiny lips.

Kurt moved to lay next to him, drawing him into his arms. "You're still my good boy," he whispered.

Blaine took a shuddering breath and Kurt looked over to see him wiping tears away.

"Are you okay, sweetie?"

"Yes, actually, I feel wonderful. These are tears of relief. I feel like something broke inside me. Thank you so much. I know a blow job isn't the typical aftermath of a punishment, but… I just had to. I hope you aren't angry," Blaine said sincerely, staring at Kurt.

"I told you that you're my good boy, didn't I?" Kurt whispered, kissing his cheek. "This relationship we have isn't all rules and punishments. I want you to be able to live a normal life. Everything I do is aimed at getting you to that point. If it takes a spanking and a blow job, then I am pleased to do so," he said with a smile. "Did I hurt you? Seb suggested harsher spanks, but I didn't want to really hurt you."

"It was exactly what I needed. I can still feel the burn on my ass, but I love it. I feel alive now. I don't feel all blocked up anymore. Thank you, Kurt," Blaine said, rising up to place a soft kiss on Kurt's lips. He rose to his knees, looking down on Kurt, hunger in his eyes. "Now I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat?" Kurt asked, thinking of sandwiches or soup.

"You," he said and went for Kurt's pants…

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope it makes sense. Insomnia struck again and I started this around 4am. I even dosed off a couple times while I was typing. It's funny actually. REVIEWS PLEASE!