We Found Love In A Hopeless Place (AU Klaine)
"Sebastian…" Blaine groaned, following his friend through the dark streets of "I really, really don't want to be here."
The tall brunet glowered at him, stopping in front of a dark wooden door, knocking before turning to look at the smaller boy.
"You Sir are in desperate need of a good fuck to get that grumpiness out of your system, I am just making sure that you get what you need."
The raven haired boy rolled his eyes at his friend.
"And dragging me to a brothel is what? Your idea of a good deed?"
"Just shut up and go in? You will thank me later I am certain of it."
Blaine just groaned and followed Sebastian inside as the door opened.
"Mister Smythe." A fat, small man came towards them as they entered a big semi dark room "How good to see you again, and as I see you have brought company."
"This is my friend Blaine Anderson." Sebastian introduced Blaine to the guy "Blaine this is …"
"The owner?" Blaine asked, still not even close to comfortable, especially as the man's jaw dropped at them mention of his name.
Yes he was rich. Yes his father practically owned this district. But that was really no reason to look like he had just stepped right out of a rainbow.
"Yes." The fat man replied "I am the owner of this fine establishment."
Blaine barely managed to bite back a snort. The fat man turned to look at Sebastian with small eyes.
"We have prepared the usual for you master Smythe." Upon Sebastian's nod, he turned towards Blaine who only barely managed to get his face back under control to hide his amusement at 'Master Smythe'.
"Master Anderson, we have a wide variety of…specialties that we can offer you, do you have any specific preferences?"
Blaine felt a little sick by the way the man spoke about the boys and men who worked in his house like they were cattle or a brand of wine. He swallowed hard, halfway through making his decision that he should leave, when suddenly a beautiful boy was dragged inside by two burly men, gagged and hands tied.
"Hummel." The owner snarled looking at the brunet boy with disdain, before turning to the burly men. "What now?"
One of the men answered:
"His services have been requested Sir. He does not seem inclined to do as the client asks."
The fat man stepped next to the brunet boy, backhanding him across the face, so hard that Blaine winced, but the boy just glared up at the fat man, not ceasing in his struggling. Bright blue eyes darted around in the room, before settling on Blaine's. The raven haired boy made a decision.
"Him!" he called out as the fat owner was about to hit the boy again. "I want him."
The eyes of all four of the males in front of him turned towards him.
"But…Master Anderson I am sure we can interest you in someone who is much more…"
"I said I want him." Blaine said firmly "I am willing to pay twice of what the other customer" Blaine almost spat that word out with disgust "did."
The man seemed to be thinking about that, his eyes briefly flickering to where Sebastian was standing, before landing back on Blaine's.
"Ok." He agreed and gave out some instructions to prepare everything, and get the customer who was now without a whore someone else.
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After paying, and a while of waiting Blaine was led to a room, and as he stepped inside he found the boy from before lying on his back on the bed, still gagged, hands tied to the headboard, piercing blue eyes glaring at him.
Blaine slowly walked closer, sitting down on the edge of the bed carefully, not wanting to startle the brunet.
"I don't want to hurt you." He said softly.
The boy let out a noise, Blaine assumed it would have been a scoff had he not been gagged. The boy flinched as Blaine reached up, but then his eyes widened in surprise eyes Blaine took off the gag, and made to free his hands, his thumbs running gently over the sensitive, now hurt, skin of his wrists, before he pulled away.
"Y-you…" the boy spluttered, looking at him in something akin to shock.
"I said I wasn't going to hurt you. I am not going to make you do anything that you don't want to." Blaine repeated. "My name is Blaine. Blaine Anderson."
The bright eyed boy looked at him skeptically for a bit, but something in Blaine's eyes seemed to relax him a little, as he took the hand Blaine held out for him and shook it.
"Kurt. Kurt Hummel." The boy, Kurt replied, before looking at Blaine, now less in mistrust than in confusion. "If you don't want to do…that…" he pointed at himself "then why are you even here? And why would you pay that much money for nothing?"
Blaine had been asking himself that ever since he had first laid eyes on the brunet boy, a strange tug in his heart making it impossible for him to do anything else. He went with the easy question first.
"My friend…Sebastian…he appears to think that I need 'to get laid'." Blaine shrugged as Kurt let out something that sounded suspiciously like a giggle hidden in a snort "As for why I did what I did…I don't know…the money is not really an issue at all…and…" Blaine replied honestly. "I just…you seemed scared and lost…and I just hated the thought of someone this beautiful being forced to doing something like this against his will."
Kurt stared at him for a bit after that, as they sat in contemplative silence, before the brunet broke it with a quiet "Thank you." accompanied by a blush that made him look even more beautiful in Blaine's eyes.
The ice broken, they fell into an easy conversation, about music and horses and books, until a man came to tell Blaine that his time was almost up and the brothel was closing. Blaine felt strangely sad at that, and a look at Kurt told him that the boy felt the same, so he asked whether he would be allowed to return. Kurt seemed completely taken aback by the question, but agreed eagerly as Blaine promised to return as soon as possible.
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They fell into an easy rhythm after that. At least 3 times a week Blaine would go to visit the brothel and ask for Kurt, who would always be ready for him, because no one else paid as good as he did, and they would spend their time together just talking, sometimes singing, learning new things about each other.
Blaine learned that Kurt was working in the brothel because his father was very sick and there was no way they could have afforded the medicine and a living on the salary of a blacksmith alone. His father thought that Kurt was working as a manservant somewhere, sending his money and only being able to come home for the occasional visit.
Blaine told Kurt about his father, Lord Anderson, who practically owned everything around there, and told Kurt how he was supposed to be a man like his brother and settle down with a beautiful wife and many children to carry on the Anderson legacy, but how imprisoned he felt, how much he would love to just be able to be himself.
Blaine it incredibly easy to open up to Kurt, even more so than to his childhood friends, and soon a close friendship developed between the two boys who couldn't be more different. Blaine figured it was because he didn't have to be careful with what he did around Kurt. He could just hug him and hold him and it didn't bother anyone, because it was in the privacy of the semi dark room.
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It was about 7 weeks after they met that something changed in their routine. As usual Blaine came to the brothel and paid to see Kurt, and the boy was brought to their usual room for them. But when Blaine entered, Kurt was sitting with his face towards the wall, not turning around to look at Blaine as his shoulders shook slightly.
Blaine felt as if something very cold and heavy was settling in his stomach as he walked over to kneel on the bed behind Kurt, pulling the younger boy against his chest. Kurt tensed for a moment before he relaxed into Blaine's embrace, letting his head drop back on Blaine's shoulder, revealing a big, dark bruise on the left side of his face.
Blaine gasped slightly as he took it in, but he didn't move, just holding Kurt against his chest until the other boy had calmed down, before the he pulled away, one of Kurt's hands still in his as he massaged the palm with his thumbs.
"What happened?" he asked softly.
Kurt didn't meet his eyes, as he told Blaine about the customer he had had just before Blaine, a big, scary man, who had apparently been coming for him regularly, but mostly Blaine had usually been there first. The man had apparently decided that it was his right and pleasure to break the 'disobedient whore'.
The brunet boy didn't go into details, but the way he winced whenever he moved, and the bruises visible on his face were more than enough to make Blaine understand what had happened. The raven was furious, but his anger was quickly trumped by his desperate need to comfort Kurt.
"You can't stay here." Blaine decided.
"But…my dad." Kurt choked out sadly, big blue eyes looking at Blaine gratefully, but filled with an undeniable sadness.
"Don't worry about that. We will find a way to help your dad."
Blaine would offer paying for the medicine, but he had done so before, and although Kurt hated what he had to do, he had refused to take Blaine's money just like that. Blaine had accepted that with a heavy heart, but after what had happened tonight there was no way he would let Kurt stay here.
Suddenly he had an idea, remembering something that Kurt had told him in one of their first nights together.
"Maybe you can be my manservant."
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Kurt ended his contract with the brothel that very night, process quickened considerably by a generous amount of money Blaine handed over to the owner of the place when Kurt was distracted.
The next day Kurt was officially employed as his manservant, after Blaine had told his father about how the boy had supposedly saved his life. Blaine was convinced that Kurt had indeed saved him, but his father surely didn't need to know the details.
They could never openly be together, not as long as Blaine's father was still alive, and at some point Blaine had to marry a Lady named Santana from one of the neighboring districts, but as it turned out, she was madly in love with her maidservant, and so their marriage was nothing but a cover up for both of them to conceal who their hearts really belonged to.
After Blaine's father died and his brother took over his position, Blaine and Kurt moved away, starting a new life in a city far away from where they had first met. They had found love under unusual circumstances, but the bond they had formed was all the more unbreakable because of it.
They led a long, happy life together, until one morning Blaine had passed away from old age. Kurt followed after him not even a day later, and the inhabitants of the city they had moved to, swore that, even now whenever the wind played a joyful melody in the leaves of the trees surrounding the city, they could still hear the cheerful voices of the young prince, and his prince mingling together in an endlessly happy melody.