Sorry for the wait. Moved to Rome, so this is late and rushed. If there's a lot of mistakes its because this Italian keyboard is confusing I've tried to correct them. I'm sorry my life is a little bit hectic the majority of the time. I will be trying my best to ensure that this gets completed though and not left unfinished.

Kurt felt like his hair was going to fall out from stress, and he just couldn't rock that look. He had missed so much school work being with his Dad in hospital the last few days. Honestly it seemed like the teachers had all decided this was the week to get off their arses and actually teach something and he just wasn't in the mood for it. He knew his Dad was out of the danger zone and he was even starting to look more like his normal self but that didn't mean their was a lot of reorganizing of their lives to do. The diet he was on had very obviously been slackened lately so that needed to be reinforced then there was a way of changing the management of the garage and getting his Dad's secretary in Washington to put a stop on any upcoming meetings ect..ect..ect.. Kurt felt his head bang against the table as he officially gave up the will to live.

There was a knock at the door. He looked up, ten o clock. Carol never disturbed him this late and Blaine never came to his room without being invited to so it had to be Finn. Kurt sighed again, he loved his brother but at times he just seemed to be a lot of work.

"Come in."

As a curly head peaked around the door Kurt realized he was wrong. It was Blaine.

"Can I come in? I'm not naked."

Kurt smiled at the embarrassing joke. It was a good thing that Blaine felt comfortable enough to try and make a joke about his old 'slave' behaviors. Though Kurt doubted either of them would ever be comfortable with the fact that Blaine used to ask Kurt to fuck him every night. Or the fact that Kurt was very well aware of the form of Blaine's body though he had tried not to look. Honestly.

"Yes."

"I'm not interrupting anything."

"You are but please interrupt me. I beg you." Kurt said with a dramatic flourish.

Blaine smiled and walked into the room siting on the bed a few feet away from where Kurt was hunched over his desk. He stared at his hands for a few minutes as if trying to figure out what to say, or whether indeed to say it. Kurt decided to help him out. He dropped his pencil on the desk and went to sit next to Blaine on the bed folding his legs beneath him unthinkingly taking on the none threatening stance that he'd always used to talk to Blaine but which now seemed less important than before.

"So what can I do for you this evening?"

"I just wanted to check how you're doing. I know this has been really hard for you I just wanted to say that I'm here if you want somebody to talk to."

Kurt felt his chest ache. No, he couldn't do this. He couldn't break down. He'd been holding on he could hold on a little longer. But as Blaine took leaned forwards with that concerned look in his eyes seeming to see and reflect everything that Kurt was thinking and feeling, Kurt broke. He didn't want to hold on any longer he didn't want to hold this pain and panic inside of him.

"I just thought this was it, I just thought I was going to loose him. I wasn't even there Blaine, what if I hadn't been able to say goodbye?"

Blaine leaned across the bed reached out to brush the tear from Kurt's cheek.

"But you didn't loose him, Kurt. He's going to be okay. And Kurt, even if he were to die he knows how much you love him. And he is so proud of you, the look he gets in his eyes sometimes when talking to you, it's just utter pride and love. I've never seen a father who looks that devoted before."

"Blaine, sometimes I have a hard day at school or somebody looks at me funny in the street or I get told I can't sing a solo at sectionals because I might offend the judges and I just think to myself 'I want my Daddy' but then I think of how he'd want me to be strong and it makes me strong Blaine."

"Well today I'll be strong for you."

Kurt's walls seemed to all fall down at once. He didn't fully know what was happening but he knew through his heaving sobs and tears that Blaine was holding him tightly rocking him gently and whispering to him.

"It'll be okay, you don't have to be strong all the time Kurt."

You let me hold you yesterday. You told me you're secrets and I thought they were beautiful. You cried and I felt my heart locked in a vice but when you let me take you in my arms it felt as if It was beating with yours right inside your chest. My piece of my heart is always beating inside your chest. You're pain is my pain, you're joy is my joy. Even if it makes me feel dizzy and weak I hope it make's you feel stronger.

"Kurt put down the potpourri."

Blaine grabbed his hands with a warning expression.

"But I need everything to be perfect for when Dad gets back."

"Yes, Okay. But your Dad doesn't even know what potpourri is he keeps asking me if he's meant to eat it or put it in the bath."

Blaine took the bowl from Kurt's hand and put it on the side then Kurt let him guide him to a chair and give him a gentle little push to get him to sit down.

"You need to relax a little bit Kurt. I'm going to make you an omelet. I know you skipped breakfast this morning and your Dad would kill me if he knew I'd let you work yourself to exhaustion."

"But.."

"Sit!"

Forceful Blaine was sexy.

He did not just think that.

He gave in and let himself watch Blaine bend over the fridge and hunt for the eggs.

"Top shelf."

Blaine shot Kurt a dirty look. Kurt tried not to laugh.

"Okay, okay I didn't know silence was part of the whole deal."

As he watched Blaine break the eggs into a bowl and whisk Kurt thought about how Blaine had been shining lately. Their trip had revealed a joking and daring side to the boy and now during his fathers illness Blaine had been looking after all of them in a quiet and unassuming but brilliant fashion. He'd kept to the background pre-making meals for them to come back from the hospital 'd told the guys in the garage what had happened and helping to bolster Finn in keeping it running correctly. And he had been there for him too. It was like the tables had turned and now Blaine was making sure he ate and listening to him when he needed to talk and holding him when he needed to cry. With anybody else Kurt would feel a little shame or like he was being a burden but with Blaine it just felt right. Kurt had always felt he needed to look after Blaine but now that Blaine was looking after him in his time of need they were on a more equal footing. He had always known how strong Blaine was yet he'd always kept back from telling him certain things, he'd never wanted to say when he'd had a bad day or how he was sometimes lonely or how scared he was that he wouldn't have a chance at love and would end up like those bitter men who sought quick dirty meetings in back alleys all body and no emotions. He hadn't said these things because even though he called Blaine strong a part of him still thought he was too fragile. Now he'd shown Kurt that he was capable of tacking control of a situation and he didn't mind holding him in a way no other friend ever held him. He knew that he could tell him the thing's on his mind he usually kept private and not be judged. He'd shown him his weakness like he'd shown no other friend and he felt like this was a good thing. Like they would have a stronger friendship because of it. Equals, he'd always said that was what they were but unbeknown to him he'd been holding something back that kept Blaine in the constant role of person who needed support, and that was not an equal friendship. He'd try to change that now, he'd try to be emotionally open with the boy.

"Here's you're omelet."

Kurt grabbed his hand careful not to jostle the plate too much and just held it for a while looking at it. Blaine was always slightly tan and he had little callouses on some of his fingers from his hours a day practicing with his guitar.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me this week. I...I've been really glad you're here."

Blaine blushed slightly.

"It's nothing, not after all your family has done for me. Eat up before it gets cold."

Carol was holding her husbands hand tightly. Kurt rushed forwards to hold open the door for him. He found himself pulled into a bear hug the instant his Dad was back through the door to his house.

"Welcome home Dad."

"Please tell me its not carrot soup for dinner."

"Nope. Salad with chick peas and some sun grilled tomatoes."

His Dad let out a big sigh.

"Back to this again hey."

"Go sit down." Kurt said waving his hand towards the living room.

His Dad gave a grumble and peaked his wife on the cheek before going to sit down.

"'just no arguing with him."

She gave a sympathetic smile and sat down next to him.

"I'm so glad you're home and it wasn't as serious as last time."

"You okay Kurt?" Burt asked.

"Kurt knew it was a big question, that he was asking him if he was worried, if his school work had suffered, if whilst he had been in hospital anything had happened. Kurt couldn't answer it honestly, he would be alright now that his Dad was back and that was enough so he just gave a smile.

"Of course I am. I have Blaine to look after me, now just sit back and don't worry as we all look after you."
Burt looking over at Blaine stood as always in a corner in the background of their family life.

"Thanks Kid."

Blaine nodded.

"Soo.." Kurt began looking at his three friends over the table. It was nice that Tina, Rachel and Mercedes all had the same free period as him as it was easier to talk about this with just the three of them rather than their whole lunchtime group.

"Mr. Shue has asked Blaine to be our piano player whilst Brad is away and I'm really happy that you're all going to meet him."

"Finally." Mercedes sighed.

Kurt gave her a 'what do you mean' look.

"You've been sneaking that boys name into the conversation for what feels like ever."

"I don't do that do I?"

Mercedes nodded and the others gave pointed looks that showed they agreed. Kurt took deeper breath, well that would make it easier.

"Well I guess that's only natural as he's become a really good friend and it means a lot to me that you're all going to meet him. I just ask that you all be on your best behavior."

"Kurt." Tina started looking a little nervous "What do you mean by Blaine is my friend?" Her voice was gentle and none accusatory but Kurt still felt his back stiffen at the question. "I mean, he's a slave. You own him. How do you know if he's your friend or that he's just doing what you want to make you happy because that's what he's trained to do."

" That's not what he's trained to do Tina... he's trained to clean the house not to entertain me." His mind flinched at those words because although it was in a way a lie it was also in a way the truth, Blaine had been trained to entertain him. "I know that he's honest. I've watched him for the last six months and I know from the way that he acts that he cares about me. He helped me so much when my dad was in hospital. Not things that a slave should do but he was there for me, he listened to me he literally held my hand though it."

There was a look that passed between his three friends and Kurt felt a little insulted that he was left out of whatever telepathic conversation the girls were having.

"We have to say something." Rachel said. Tina nodded and Mercedes sighed.

"Kurt, you've fallen for for your slave."

It's not like that.. Blaine isn't my slave... oh god Is it obvious?"

Three heads nodding in sync.

Yep."

"Definitely."

"Which leads us to worry as we know what you're like when you're obsessing over a boy."

"Please don't bring up..."

"Finn."

"Mercedes!"

""And this is an even gayer grey area than that. I mean, morally. Kurt are you really sure you're not taking advantage."

The words stung because it was Kurt's real fear. Yes he could be secure in the knowledge that Blaine was his friend but he could never have anything more than that with him without questioning if it was forced on Blaine's side.

Kurt pain must have shown on his face as Tina gave an encouraging smile and spoke up.

"But you say he's not a slave, you say he's your friend so perhaps it's not all that bad Maybe when you bring him here we can judge what he thinks of you." Tina said.

"Tina, don't you think it's morally wrong to encourage Kurt to go after a slave who doesn't have any feelings?" Mercedes said.

"But Kurt say's he does have feelings. Besides, have any of us actually ever meet a slave how do we know whether they're as bad as everybody makes out?"

"I've met him." Rachel chimed in. "He was not at all what I was expecting. He seems kind of gentle and afraid at first but now he seems happy. I was wary of the way that he was always watching Kurt thinking maybe he had some sinister plan but now I know that Kurt and him are close I kind of wish I'd been a bit friendly to him."

"Well you'll have your chance when you meet him tomorrow. This means a lot to me guys. Hes been so badly treated and it should help him to see that people outside my family will treat him nicely."

"Okay Kurt, well be on our best behaviors. Well just tease you without mercy the day after."

His master had the type of voice he could listen to all day. He didn't know if he would be punished for sitting outside his door like this listening to the boy who was not much older than him practice singing lines. He doubted he would be punished, no punishments had come so far even when he had broken the plate after hearing the lie his father had been talking to explain his disappearance and about his parents divorce, not that they were his parents any more. From what Blaine had heard he knew his master was in a glee club much like he had been in. For a while Blaine had hated music as in symbolized the freedom he had lost but when he heard his Master's voice he couldn't help but stop and listen.

Kurt, as he allowed himself to think of him sometimes was so kind. He could see it in everything that he did. He always spoke to him in such a gentle voice and gave him a little smile when he walked into the room even when Blaine could tell he was tired or busy. It made Blaine feel bold, in his thoughts even if his anxiety stopped him from acting in that way. He let himself take in as many details about the members of the little household as possible their lives laying before him like a story he was sat on the outside off. Sometimes he could escape reality for hours at a time by coming up with stories involving the family members. And occasionally he picked up one or two of the real ones, the beautiful boy Kurt had lost his mother at the age of eight and Carol hadn't joined the family till he was seventeen. All those years this boy had lived alone with his father who had a business to run. That was probably why he was such a good cook.

He straightened up and looked busy as the boy finished singing and walked out of the room. He was daydreaming far to much.

"Hi Blaine."

"Hello Master."

"I haven't seen much of you today, how are you"

"Well, thank you Master and yourself."

For a second Kurt's eyes went slightly dull and when he spoke his voice was forced happiness.

"I'm good thank you."

Oh, if only he'd tell him what was on his mind. He longed to know what was going on behind that mask but he chided himself for the longing. It was only boredom that made him collapse into these long daydreams. In another world and another time he could have easily fallen for Kurt, but he was a slave and the idea of a master looking with any affection at a slave was ridiculous. He gave his master a bittersweet smile and hung his head low as he walked away to go dust the book shelves.

The door to Blaine's room was ajar. Kurt could here the halting music coming from it. He looked at his bedroom where more homework was waiting and decided it could wait a little longer. He crept up tot he doorway to watch Blaine bent over the journal he had given him, curls falling into eyes and scribbling. Even though Kurt couldn't see the page he knew that Blaine was scribbling music. Blaine's attention turned back to his guitar and he strummed another couple of notes and shook his head muttering something to himself under his breath.

"That journal's starting to look awfully full."

Blaine looked down at it a light blush on his face and eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. He flipped the book closed quickly. Kurt smiled and walked into the room sitting down beside him on the bed.

"A lot of it is rubbish, you know scribbles and lyrics that weren't going anywhere."

"So you actually confess that you're writing songs." Kurt smiled catching him out.

Blaine blushed more and refused to meet Kurt's eyes.

"Yeah, it's nice you know, to be able to .. bare my soul without reproach."

"I would never reproach you."

Blaine's eyes hardened.

"If you knew some of my thoughts."

Kurt reached over to take his hand resting it lightly against his knee.

"Thoughts are thoughts we all have them, the making of a person is whether they act on them."

They sat in silence for a while just enjoying the clam of each others company and taking it in turns to run their thumbs lightly over the back's of their clasped hands.

"So will you share something with me?"

Blaine hesitated and looked up shyly.

"Kurt I..." He's head fell and he gave a bitter little smile. "Okay, just don't hate me. I uh.. "

He said it quickly. "I wrote this for you."

He picked up his guitar and opened his journal and strummed a few line but the stopped.

"It's okay, I want to hear." Kurt said gently nuzzling his shoulder as it was the only contact he could have with him when he was holding the guitar.

"I just don't want you to leave me."

"I'm never going to leave you."

Blaine took a deep breath and started to play again. Kurt felt a tightening in his stomach, he was nervous about the way that Blaine was acting. Was he going to really open up and tell him something important?

"Never knew I could feel like this.
Like I've never seen the sky before.
Want to vanish inside your kiss.
Everyday I love you more and more."

Kurt gasped. This was a confession but not the sort Kurt was expecting. Could it be true? Could Blaine really be saying he had feelings for him? There was no other possible meaning. Blaine's voice was trembling his head hung down as he played so he couldn't see Kurt. Kurt placed his hand on his back letting him know he was there, he was staying. There was no way he could leave, not when every single fiber of his being was calling out to Blaine, to hold him to kiss him to never let go. Nothing would ever be close enough for him.

"Listen to my heart, do you hear it sing.
It's telling me to give you everything.
Seasons may change winter to spring.
But I love you, until the day I die.

Come what may.
Come what may.
I will love you
Untill my dying day."

Kurt could feel the tears running down his face. It was such a beautiful song, Blaine had all this beauty inside him and he was using it to create love songs about him. Why? It wasn't like he was that special, but Blaine had chosen him. He could see that now, Blaine was choosing him and maybe, just maybe it would work out. He just had to look into Blaine's eyes.

He rested his hand lightly on Blaine's cheek. He was expecting fear but what he saw was hope. His heartbeat loudly in his ears as he bent forwards and kissed Blaine lightly. He felt the small gasp against his lips then the a hand was resting on his back drawing him closer. It was Kurt's first kiss and he had no idea if he was doing it right but it felt right. Blaine's lips were dry and sweet their was slight stubble under his fingers languid movement against his mouth shy and a little sloppy. His heart could have burst at the wonder of it. It was the most beautiful moment of his life.

As they pulled back Kurt felt his cheeks grow hot and he knew he must be blushing but that was okay because Blaine's eyes were wide and sparkling and he looked a little more disheveled than their chaste kiss should really have caused. Kurt couldn't stay away from him any longer he shuffled forwards and wrapped his arm's around him resting his head against his shoulder and feeling those soft curls tickling his cheek.

"I'm selfish." Blaine whispered.

"So am I, let's be selfish together."