Hi. Me Again.

So. Static And I Love Classical Studies.

And Writing This Has REALLY Helped With Remembering Stuffs.

Hard To Believe We Are On Our Last Year Of College! Oh Snap!

It's Raining. Just Thought You Should Know.

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Chapter Three

'No One's Bitch'

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At first the idea of being somebody s 'body slave', sounded like the worst idea in the world.

Kurt was fairly certain that he would have to clean and tend to, an ignorant rich asshole, and probably be used for sex and heck knows what other sources of entertainment.

But after a few days, Kurt quickly learnt that working for Blaine wasn't going to be as bad as he first presumed.

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After meeting Blaine's father, holy crap, the Emperor, Blaine gave Kurt the grand tour of their large domus (House).

Blaine led Kurt through a series of ala (Wings) and to his cubiculum (Bedroom).

His room was much larger than the standard cubiculum (Bedroom) anywhere else, but after a quick inspection, Kurt understood why. It would seem the boy hardly went anywhere else.
A large bed covered in layers of lavish furs and fabrics stood on one side of the room. Various chairs were placed elegantly in several different places to fill space, a table covered in scrolls against one wall, stacks of poetry upon another. A large mosaic of several of the gods spread across two of the walls.

Blaine motioned for Kurt to sit, leading by example. There was a moment of silence when he began to speak.

"So...wow, this is kind of awkward," Blaine mumbled, almost inaudibly, which caused a little giggle from Kurt.

Blaine looked up from the ground where he was looking, and met the boy's eyes once more. A small smile gracing his lips.

"What's your name?" Blaine asked, his eyes scanning the other boys face, searching for an answer.

"Kurt", the boy whispered. Blaine's heart skipped a beat as he spoke, and the name repeated itself in his head. 'Kurt Kurt Kurt Kurt Kurt'.

"My name is Blaine," the paler boy smiled knowingly, "I know," Blaine simply nodded, of course he did, who didn't?

"Is there anything you need, b- Mr Anderson?" Kurt quietly asked, looking down at the ground. Embarrassed by the fact that since the second he had laid eyes upon Blaine at the auction, he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of him.

"Please don't call me that, unless of course we are with company, Blaine's fine. And thanks, but I don't need anything, I hardly even need a sl- help."

Blaine didn't feel right labelling Kurt a slave. Although he was, and he had paid for him, he knew already that Kurt would never be treated that way by him.

"Yes, Blaine," Kurt looked up and met Blaine's hazel eyes, smiling as he got lost in their beauty.

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Over the next few days, Kurt got to know Blaine a lot better. When no one else was around, they would tell tales that they had heard, and sang poetry they knew.

They had grown into good companions, Blaine never treating Kurt with disrespect or with harshness.

Often when in the presence of the Anderson's, or some other slaves, Kurt would tend to Blaine. Although Blaine never asked for it nor treated Kurt as a slave.

However Blaine feared losing his new friend if it appeared they were more, allowed the act to proceed.

During the days that passed, Blaine only felt his feelings towards Kurt grow stronger.
He felt like he could tell Kurt anything, and the other boy would completely understand. Blaine had never met anybody quite like Kurt. They just seemed to mesh really well.

Things were definitely not completely one sided. Kurt however, was falling as equally in love with his master, as his master felt for him.
Not aware that he felt the same, Kurt had pinned his feelings down to a sense of gratitude towards his master s fair treatment and good company. And his gosh dang beautiful face.

And kept his true feelings to himself.

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Kurt had worked one full week at the Anderson domus (House), and Blaine had just attended one of his father s banquets.
Blaine had told Kurt to rest and he would join him later, knowing full well that after several hours around drunken men, and seductive woman, he was going to need a shoulder to cry on.

When Blaine had been excused to his room, he found Kurt straightening up the room, a small smile gracing upon Blaine's lips, as he snuck up upon the paler boy.

"Boo!" Blaine shouted, causing Kurt to panic and jump. "Ahhh!" Kurt screamed, earning a chuckle from Blaine. "Don't scare me like that Blaine! It's not funny!"

Seeing the fear in Kurt's eyes, he stopped laughing and embraced the other boy in a big hug. "I'm sorry," Blaine mumbled into the shoulder of Kurt's toga.

Surprised at the other boys sudden actions, Kurt found himself leaning into the embrace. Carefully snaking his arms around his master.

Blaine smiled as he felt two very warm arms curl around him, holding him perfectly. They fit together like two puzzle pieces.

Pure bliss ran throughout Blaine. He knew he was in love.

"Mmmm," Blaine sighed audibly, enjoying the hug which was lasting much longer than any hug between two friends should ever last.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, raising his head from where it was resting on the other boys shoulder. "Mhmm?"

Blaine couldn't help himself; he had never felt this way about anyone before. He was terrified, he had only known this boy for a week, and he feared his rejection.

"I-" Blaine stuttered. Kurt let go of Blaine, and pulled him over to a nearby loveseat. Ah, there s that word again, 'Love'.

"What's wrong? You can tell me anything remember," Kurt rubbed circles on Blaine's back, which was distracting him from what he had to say.

"I, I know I haven't known you all that long, and er-ah, don't think that you have to oblige, I'd never do that to you. I couldn't ever do that to you-" Blaine rambled until Kurt cut him off.

"You're rambling, you do that when you're nervous. What's on your mind?"

"I'm in love with you. I love you."

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New Words:
Domus-House

Ala-Wings

Cubiculum-Bedroom

Short. But Sweet. Like ME...Not Really.

In The Next Chapter;
True Love By Choice Something Happens I m Not Sure What Exactly You See I Haven t Finished Writing It.
(UPDATE) Hi...Just Finished Writing It Something Gay Is Going To Happen So Clich . Dang It.
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R+R If You Have Time.

xxxxxx - Cyanide-Pansy (Jaydee)

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