The next day, Kurt was less surprised to see Blaine in the correction session again. He guessed he must have lied when he said he just wanted Kurt to talk to him. However, the next thing his eyes were drawn to was a blanket laid out on the floor with a selection of food that he hadn't seen in weeks and his mouth instantly watered.

"You look unhealthily skinny," Blaine explained as he guided Kurt to sit down, "So, I figured you could use some food." Out of principle, Kurt pulled his knees into his chest again and turned away, refusing to eat.

"Oh, you're not talking to me again?" Blaine said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, that's fine. You know I always have an appetite, so I guess I'll just eat this myself." He sat there for a few minutes, waiting to see if Kurt would change his mind, before continuing. "It's a shame, some of it's bound to go to waste," he said with an over-the-top shrug, before adding nonchalantly, "that cheesecake will probably end up not getting eaten – such a pity." He sighed dramatically and smiled when he noticed Kurt side-eyeing him.

"What flavor?" Kurt eventually asked sulkily.

"Lemon."

Kurt sighed. "That's my favourite."

"I know," Blaine smiled and raised his eyebrows hopefully. Kurt noticed and rolled his eyes.

"Oh God," Kurt said shuffling himself round to face Blaine, and the food. "You're really trying, aren't you?"

"Do you not want me to?" Blaine asked. Kurt shook his head. "Why?"

"Because you're a bastard," Kurt said softly, frowning and pouting just a little. Blaine smiled widely as he saw a little more of the Kurt he loved coming through.

"You can eat the cheesecake and still think I'm a bastard, if you like." Blaine tipped his head to try and catch Kurt's line of sight. He didn't succeed, but Kurt still rolled his eyes again and said, "fine," with a huff as he let his legs drop and reached out for some of the food.

"It's not poisoned is it?" Kurt questioned, pausing with a small piece of cheesecake a few inches from his mouth.

Blaine laughed. "Kurt, of course n-" he hesitated and stopped smiling, seeming to realise that Kurt's question, and bad opinion of him, was completely serious. "No." Blaine shook his head once, earnestly. "It's absolutely not poisoned." Kurt nodded ok and started to eat, not missing the smile that played on Blaine's lips at his small show of trust.

They ate in silence for a while – Blaine trying his best not to stare at Kurt too much; Kurt trying his best not to eat like a vagrant.

"So, I've been thinking about an escape plan," Blaine said eventually, swallowing a mouthful of food. Kurt had gone back to not responding to him, but he continued anyway. "You actually didn't have a bad idea with trying to get into our offices," Kurt tensed slightly at the mention of the offices, and Blaine's affiliation to them. "All you needed to do was to find a way beyond that, and I figured the best way is to get you back in there and into a spare Magister jumpsuit. It sounds a bit cheesy, but if you just went through the other side, no-one would-"

"The other side?" Kurt asked, frowning.

"Yeah, the other side," Blaine looked at him as if he was crazy, before realising that Kurt would have no idea what he was talking about. "Oh God, you don't know! There's another side – another half. When you guys – the prisoners," Blaine winced as he spoke, "are brought in, the Magisters, they-"

"We," Kurt interrupted, glaring at Blaine. "You're one of them, don't forget." Blaine shifted uncomfortably for a second before nodding.

"We separate the couples off and put one in one side and one in another. No-one on the other side would know that you're not a Magister if you were wearing the outfit. Plus you'll be with me, so I don't think anyone will question it." Blaine tried giving Kurt a small smile, except that Kurt had now dropped his food and retreated into himself again. "What's wrong?" Blaine asked in a small voice.

"You're a Magister." Kurt spoke in a whisper, as if he'd only just realised.

"I-I know, Kurt," Blaine said, confused, "but can we not try to forget about that, or-or move past it, or something?"

"Something." Kurt repeated, drawing his knees up to his chest.

"Something's better than nothing." Blaine smiled hopefully.

"But you're a Magister… You've… You've Magistered." Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head.

"I don't get what you mean." Kurt didn't respond, so Blaine shuffled towards him slightly. "Kurt-"

"I mean," Kurt said, seriously, "that all this time – the whole time I've been in here, having awful things done to me - you've been doing those things to other people. Worse even, based on what you've been saying…"

"Not because I wanted to, Kurt." Blaine replied quietly.

"Wasn't it?" Kurt looked at him fiercely. "You said you signed up voluntarily. You said that you used to believe in this stuff. You've been torturing people because of it! How am I supposed to believe you when you say you don't still feel the same way? How am I supposed to believe that this isn't some trick, some part of my 'rehabilitation', huh?" Blaine opened and shut his mouth a few times, trying to find the words to express how he felt, but finding it nearly impossible.

"Look, Kurt," he said after a few moments, "if it helps at all - in any way: I haven't tortured anyone. I swear. I'm the person who accompanies people. Y'know, I take them to the shower and back; I hand out food; I take them to their rooms-"

"Cells," Kurt interrupted again. "They're cells, you jerk."

"Cells," Blaine nodded in acceptance. "I take them to their cells. I don't torture – I won't torture."

"Really?" Kurt said in disbelief. "So what do you do if someone steps out of line?"

"Kurt…" Blaine shut his eyes and pleaded. "Come on, please-"

"What happens when someone steps out of line Blaine?" Kurt repeated insistently. Blaine dropped his head and looked into his lap, ashamed.

"They get hit," he said quietly.

"By you?" Blaine gave a tiny nod of his head before looking up at Kurt hurriedly.

"Not because I want to, Kurt! I don't want any of it. I want to get away – I tried to get away," Blaine spoke desperately before adding, "with you, in case you've forgotten." Kurt scoffed and looked away, rubbing his forehead to try and relieve some of the pressure that was building and quickly turning into a headache. "I'll prove it to you, Kurt, I promise," Blaine said, shuffling towards Kurt and only pausing when he noticed how much he tensed up. "I swear, I'm going to get you out of here, and when I do you'll-"

"We," Kurt interrupted, quickly turning his head towards Blaine again.

"Sorry?"

"If you're going to try and get me out of here, you have to get Bel out of here too. She's in the cell across from me and she's the only person I can rely on right now." Kurt could see Blaine bite his lip to stop himself from telling Kurt he could rely on him; that would be pointless.

"Ok," Blaine nodded. "Who – um – who's Bel?" Blaine asked, trying to sound relaxed, but feeling his heart pound in his chest for fear of Kurt's answer. Kurt hardened his jaw and fixed him with a defiant glare, knowing exactly why Blaine was asking – exactly what he was afraid of hearing.

"She's my sub." The second the words left his mouth, Blaine inhaled sharply, his eyes widening in fear, before releasing a shuddering breath.

"Your sub?" He asked with a hint of quiet panic in his voice. "What do you mean she's your sub?"

"I'm a dom, aren't I?" Kurt said, raising one eyebrow. "A dom needs a sub; she's my sub."

"Kurt," Blaine breathed out, shaking his head. "Kurt, are you being serious? You're – you're almost rehabilitated?" Kurt shrugged his shoulders and looked away. "Kurt!" Blaine suddenly yelled furiously, slamming his hand onto the ground and making Kurt jump. "This is not something to fucking joke about Kurt! Are you nearly rehabilitated?" Kurt breathed heavily, afraid that this might be a permanent new, terrifying side to Blaine that he'd never seen before. He sucked in a deep breath of air and stood his ground.

"What if I am?" He asked. "Is that not what people like you want from me: to be normal?" Kurt's lip quivered as he felt a lump form in his throat. "To blend in? To get myself a nice little sub and live my life in bland nothingness, with no-one to feel passionate about, no-one to challenge me, no-one that I can challenge in return?"

"No, Kurt. God no," Blaine said insistently, shuffling even further forwards so that he was sitting on his knees right in front of Kurt, close enough for their legs to brush together. "I don't want any of those things for you, and if you have been rehabilitated, we'll deal with it. I will stay with you and love you, even if you would never love me again, but you don't understand. I've seen people who've been rehabilitated. It is not a joke, Kurt. It's like they've been fucking lobotomised. They aren't themselves anymore and I just- I couldn't bear for that to happen to you. You are far too precious to end up being lost inside yourself like that. You're too perfect." Blaine shuffled impossibly closer and leant his body into Kurt's slightly. "Please tell me you're not rehabilitated," Blaine whispered, tentatively reaching out his hand to touch Kurt's cheek, "tell me you don't have a sub." When Kurt didn't move away, he leant further in. "Tell me you're still mine," Blaine mumbled as he brushed his lips against Kurt's gently, before risking it all and pushing even further into Kurt, causing him to lean backwards as Blaine kissed him. Kurt felt entranced – weak to the memory of Blaine – and, as Kurt was pressed to the floor, his legs automatically fell open enough for Blaine to slot in between them like he belonged there. Forgetting their situation entirely, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders, getting lost in the kiss and their memories. Kurt felt Blaine's tongue flick against his and allowed him to deepen the kiss, feeling his heart race at the familiar sensation of Blaine's lips against his.

"Kuurt," Blaine moaned in pleasure as he kissed his way along Kurt's jaw. "Are you still mine?" Kurt hesitated, reminded again of who Blaine was.

"Are you?" Kurt asked, pushing Blaine back at the shoulders so he could look him in the eyes.

"Am I what?" Blaine responded, wide eyed.

"Mine?" Blaine sat back onto his knees and Kurt followed. "I claimed you too, you know." He flicked Blaine's lock as a reminder.

"Of course!" Blaine blinked a few times in surprise. "I've never stopped being yours."

"But how do I know?" Kurt asked, almost pleading. "Just like you don't know if I'm telling the truth about being rehabilitated, I don't know if you're telling the truth about everything else."

"I see your point." Blaine nodded. "I guess… you're just going to have to trust me?" Kurt rolled his eyes.

"But I can't trust you Blaine, that's the problem," Kurt said, matter-of-factly. "So maybe you're just going to have to prove it to me."

"How?" Kurt paused, considering Blaine's question.

"By getting Bel and I out of here, for a start." Blaine sighed, still fearing the worst.

"Ok." He nodded.

"Ok," Kurt agreed.

"And until then?" Blaine asked, hopefully.

"Until then…" Kurt paused thoughtfully. "Until then, I guess we just see how it goes." Blaine nodded, feeling his heart race at the possibility that there might still be a chance, before they fell into a comfortable silence. Kurt played with his lock contemplatively while Blaine looked around the room, blinking rapidly to try and hold back the tears that were forming without Kurt seeing.

"I haven't been rehabilitated." Kurt said eventually, feeling bad for trying to trick Blaine. "Bel's just a friend who happens to be a sub, she's not my sub." Blaine nodded in acknowledgement. "Unfortunately," Kurt continued, avoiding eye contact with Blaine, "no matter what they do…" Kurt cleared his throat before continuing, "…it seems you still turn me on." At this Blaine looked up at Kurt hopefully, and smiled, his heart racing again.

"Really?"

"Really." Kurt said, still not looking at him. "Don't let it go to your head." Blaine smiled even wider and watched as Kurt fidgeted uncomfortably at his confession.

"If it helps," Blaine smiled, "all I can think about since this all happened is you owning me, so hard." He paused to gauge Kurt's reaction and, when he didn't get one, added, "if you get my drift?" Kurt took a deep breath and shut his eyes, his head swimming with confusion, and all the new information he had.

"I think it best that we change the subject, don't you?" He said eventually.

Blaine nodded. "More food?" He said gesturing back towards the blanket and shuffling backwards when Kurt nodded and reached for another piece of cheesecake. Kurt took a few more bites of each different food type on the blanket, before feeling his stomach become full. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in quite some time. At the same moment, he noticed Blaine shift his weight nervously.

"Listen, Kurt," he said uneasily, "I wanted to let you know too that I – uh – I called your Dad for you." Kurt felt his heart leap into his throat and he quickly looked up at Blaine who was chewing his lower lip.

"What?"

"I called your Dad. I wanted to let him know where you were and that you were safe." Kurt huffed out a bitter laugh at the implication that he's in any way 'safe'. "I don't think he realised who it was who was calling him, but he was relieved to hear from me."

"You didn't really have the right to do that," Kurt said quietly. In all honesty, he was angrier at Blaine getting to speak to his father when he'd been missing him for so long and was so desperate to talk to him.

"I was doing it for you, Kurt." Kurt didn't respond and instead stared at the floor. "He said to tell you he loves you," Blaine added quietly and, with that, Kurt broke down. Just hearing those words made Kurt's chest heave and tears fall in fat drops into his lap. It was the millionth time he'd cried while in the centre, but the first time he'd allowed himself to think of his Dad and how much he missed him. After a few seconds, Kurt felt strong arms surrounding him as Blaine tried to comfort him. Kurt clung to the front of Blaine's jumpsuit and let himself go, sobbing loudly as he let Blaine stroke his back to try and calm him.

"I'm sorry," Blaine mumbled into Kurt's hair. "I'm so, so sorry."

After crying for at least ten minutes, burying his face into Blaine's chest and letting the familiar smell of his aftershave comfort him, Kurt finally managed to calm down enough to hear the door click as it unlocked. This time, making sure he was ok, Blaine led him back to his cell, locking the correction room's door behind him and holding Kurt's elbow to show authority, but stroking it with his thumb every so often so he knew he was there with good intentions.

They got to Kurt's cell, Bel watching them arrive from the cell opposite, and Blaine let him walk in and shuffle to the floor right by the door. Kurt glanced up at Blaine with tearful eyes and he could tell that Blaine was conflicted – wanting to bend down and hold Kurt still, but knowing he couldn't risk it there. Instead he had to just give him a small smile and leave quickly.

"That was Blaine, wasn't it?" Bel said after it was clear Blaine had gone, gazing at Kurt with wide eyes and noticing Kurt's tear stained cheeks. "What did he do to you?" Kurt shook his head.

"Nothing. He's been in my correction sessions is all."

"That's sick," Bel responded quickly. Kurt shook his head.

"He hasn't been doing anything, not really – he just wanted to talk to me."

"Oh," Bel said quietly and they fell into silence. Kurt could tell she was itching to ask more, but instead choosing to give him the space that he needed. After another few minutes of silence, they heard some footsteps walking towards them along the corridor. Kurt dipped his head, expecting the Magister to just walk straight past. When they stopped outside their cells and bent down, Kurt turned his head to see what was happening. He saw Blaine slide something under Bel's cell, before giving him a small smile and a wink and leaving.

"Huh." Bel said after a few seconds. "He gave me cheesecake." Kurt smiled weakly over to her, trying to ignore how adorable that was, and focus on how Blaine is a Magister and he's his prisoner. His thoughts were interrupted however, by Bel, her mouth stuffed with some of the cake, declaring, "I like him!" Kurt huffed out a laugh, before letting her eat in silence as he wondered how his Dad reacted to the call from Blaine, as he tried to remember what he sounded like, and as he tried to not miss him as much as he did.

The next day in his correction session, Kurt apologised to Blaine for crying so much the day before.

"Don't apologise for that, Kurt; it's not a bad thing to cry about this," Blaine said. Kurt didn't respond. He didn't know how. He wasn't sure if he was prepared to see Blaine as an emotional creature yet; someone who could understand what was and wasn't worthy of crying over. Although he could start to see through some of his layers to the core, he still felt guarded around him, and still couldn't see him entirely as the person he once knew.

Blaine seemed to misjudge the way Kurt was feeling, though, and walked closer to him. Kurt assumed he was going to try and hug him, but instead, when he came closer, he whispered, "is it ok to tell you how much I want you, Kurt?" He leaned in and pressed his lips to Kurt's. Despite everything that had happened, Kurt focussed on the jumpsuit and instinctively flinched. Blaine paused, shocked. He felt his stomach turn at the thought that Kurt could still be afraid of him.

"Blaine-" Kurt closed his eyes and turned away from Blaine, unable to explain that his action was purely from instinct rather than actual fear.

"Kurt-" Blaine gazed at him, practically begging for his touch. Kurt stubbornly shook his head.

"You're so you," Kurt explained, "and I don't need you, I need him. I need the Blaine I feel in love with, not this Blaine." Kurt moved his hand up and down, gesturing to the uniform Blaine was wearing. Blaine looked at him contemplatively before nodding and quickly unzipping his jumpsuit.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked as Blaine pulled off the uniform and tugged the white t-shirt they wore under their uniforms over his head.

"I'm showing you," Blaine started, stepping out of the jumpsuit so he was only standing in a pair of black boxers, "that I'm not this big, evil guy you seem to think I am. I'm the same as you, Kurt. I'm an 18 year old boy and I've made huge mistakes already in my life, but I'm doing everything I can to fix them." Kurt stood watching Blaine's face, trying to not let his gaze drop down to his tanned, naked torso. Blaine slowly walked back towards him and moved in close. Kurt let his eyes fall shut as Blaine's unique scent filled his senses.

"I just-" Blaine closed his eyes and rested his forehead on Kurt's temple, resting his hands on Kurt's hips and squeezing gently, "-every time I see you, I can feel my body wanting to just grab you and hold you down like I used to, and the more I see you, the more difficult it gets to not do that." Kurt opened his eyes. He couldn't deny he was having a physical reaction to Blaine being so close; his body always had a physical reaction to Blaine, but surely it was so inappropriate for him to keep trying to proposition him like this? Before he knew it, Blaine's lips were back on his and he felt himself kiss back, but frown in confusion too.

Blaine's hands quickly moved to his ass as his lips dragged along Kurt's jaw and down to his shoulder, and, before he knew it, Kurt was being lifted like Blaine used to, but it just made him feel so uncomfortable this time. He was far too much in his head, unlike before when he just let it happen. He didn't quite know how to say he wanted to stop, and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to stop, but he couldn't help but still feel so mad at Blaine and so wary of him, and it made it all so confusing.

Blaine carried him over to the chair in the middle of the room, and Kurt, in a moment of madness, noticed that the machine, which the nurse had referred to as a 'simple heart monitor' in his first session, was right next to the chair.

As soon as Blaine plopped down into the seat, pulling Kurt down with him, Kurt turned his head to look at the machine, while Blaine continued to suck kisses into the curve of his neck. The problem was that he really needed Blaine to understand what he had been through; for Blaine to truly get why he was so angry and hurt and, sometimes, scared.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine mumbled under him, and Kurt could tell he was getting very worked up as Blaine's hands trailed under his top and along his lower back. Kurt's mind was made up. He turned back to Blaine, kissed him sweetly on the lips and smiled.

"Blaine," Kurt hummed and ground down into Blaine's lap. Sure enough he could feel Blaine's erection pressing up against his ass. Kurt ground down again, as he asked, "are you turned on, Blaine?" Blaine grinned up at him instantly and nodded his head vigorously. Kurt hummed again, and leant down to kiss along Blaine's neck, while reaching out for the pads and switching the machine on. "Mmm," he gave Blaine a quick kiss on his shoulder, "that is so… sick," Kurt said suddenly, mirroring the words of the nurse from his first session and pressing the pads to Blaine's abdomen. Instantly, Blaine cried out and Kurt sat back, trying to keep his expression blank.

"What's wrong, Blaine? Does it hurt?" Kurt asked simply as he saw Blaine's eyes start to water, and he nodded. "Well, you should be grateful – you're getting less than the other prisoners." Kurt hardened his jaw, and threw Blaine's words back in his face. He tugged the pads back off of Blaine and flung them to one side. "I've had to do this every day for months," Kurt added when he saw Blaine's face crumple at his words. Blaine took a few deep breaths and looked up at him, nodding.

"Fine," he said determinedly, through trying to hold back his whimpers. "Then keep going." Kurt pulled back for a second and looked in Blaine's eyes. He'd expected Blaine to cry, and beg maybe, but this was unexpected. Blaine could see him looking surprised and so he said, "if you can do it, so can – so should – I." Blaine nodded with determination and shut his eyes to prepare himself for more pain.

Kurt continued to look down at him wincing and felt his stomach churn uncomfortably. He'd become exactly like them; he'd become someone who was happy causing someone else pain because he didn't believe in how they lived their life. Whether or not Blaine still believed it, he had previously been someone with certain political views, and he had a right to hold those views, as Kurt had a right to hold his. The problem wasn't so much what he believed in, but how he had gone about it. And Kurt knew Blaine wasn't happy with how he'd gone about it either, so what right did Kurt have to punish him like that?

Kurt felt his insides twist and he had to get out of there, and away from Blaine. He turned and ran to the door, hoping it was unlocked and banging on it when it wasn't.

"Kurt!" He heard Blaine behind him, jumping up from the chair and running up behind Kurt, who was now sobbing against the door. "Kurt, what's wrong?" Kurt shook his head and continued to cry and shake the door handle to try and get out. "Kurt, talk to me," Blaine said kindly, running his hands along Kurt's arms from behind. Kurt shrugged Blaine's hands off of him roughly and cried until the door, finally, unlocked and he rushed out and back to his cell, where he belonged.