TRIGGER/WARNINGS(overall): Rape/non-con, abduction, physical and emotional abuse.

A/N: Once again, I'd like to thanks lillybean queen of the i ocean for reviewing the last chapter. Just a short one tonight. Tomorrow's will be longer. Also, this is going to be more than five parts. No more than ten, though. You'll know when it's over.


Chains Made of Love

Part 4

For the brief moment where he is suspended between sleep and consciousness, he can convince himself that he is home. But then he feels a rough hand on his brow and his eyes open to see brown ones looking back. "Welcome back, love."

Kurt blinks, turning his head gently to the side. He is in the room he was given, and he feels something inside his chest die. He turns to look up at Blaine who responds with a smile. Kurt lies there as Blaine's hand slides down his face to cup his cheek. The pain is gone, but he can't even muster up the energy to be glad about that.

"How do you feel?" Blaine's weight shifts and Kurt feels himself being lifted up so he's sitting. His head is resting on the human's chest and he hears the thump-thump of a heart. He counts the beats in his head, oblivious to the human's words until he feels a breath against his ear. "Talk to me, Kurt."

"I want to go home," Kurt says softly. It is too much effort to project his voice. Blaine's arms close around him, drawing him closer. Kurt can smell nothing but the human; a spicy mix of cinnamon and sweat.

"You are home, love." Blaine's lips are still against his ear and Kurt wants to cringe away from the contact but doesn't. "This is your home now. You can be happy here. We're going to be married and you'll never want anything again. We'll have children who will love you, and one day, when I'm the King, you'll be there by my side."

Blaine speaks with such fondness Kurt tries to imagine it. It's far too easy to believe in that vision. Kurt, trapped forever by the side of the man who ripped him in two. Kurt, never again to see his people, never to feel the water and wind ruffle his feathers when he's in his true form. Kurt, forever a human with this horrible, awkward body. If he wasn't so tired he would cry, but instead he clenches his hand in the fabric of the shirt the human is wearing.

"We leave tomorrow for the Capital, and the wedding will be in a month. You're going to love the Palace. It's twice the size of this one, and made of white marble." Blaine continues talking and Kurt let's the words drift over him, a cadence that was once painful but has now become familiar. Eventually he drifts off to sleep where he dreams he's a swan and there are chains around his wings. 3