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Ok! So here's chapter 4...yay for 2 updates this week...for some reason, the beginning of this chapter was really easy for me to write, and then it just got hard...so sorry if it gets a little weird at the end. Anyways, I hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think! I really LOVE reading all of your amazing comments!

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Free2BeMee

Kurt was naturally a clean person. Sure, there were days when his clothes could be found strewn across his bedroom as he tried to find the perfect outfit to wear. But in general, Kurt E. Hummel was a clean person. So when he walked into his apartment that afternoon, he was shocked to find it spotless.

He was certain that when he left that morning there were some papers on his coffee table, he hadn't made his bed, and the dishes from breakfast were still in the sink. That was NOT the case anymore. The place was sparkling. The living room was immaculate - the windows we're clean, the carpet was vacuumed, all of the clutter was put away. Even Kurt's workstation looked amazing! Audrey was napping in her carrier at the foot of the couch. Kurt marveled at how beautiful she was, and how much he already grown to love with her. How was it that in less than 10 hours she had completely taken over his heart? In the kitchen, the dishes were washed and put away, all of the appliances were clean - Kurt was pretty sure he could see his reflection the floor was so clean. The table was set – for 1- Kurt noticed; he could see the oven was on, and whatever was cooking smelled delicious…but there still wasn't any sign of Blaine.

Kurt was becoming increasingly worried as he made his way through his now flawlessly clean apartment. Where was Blaine? What happened here? He wondered to himself. He had thought he told Blaine to relax, take a bath before he left…right? He hadn't been gone that long.

He finally found Blaine in the bathroom. Again, it was impeccably clean – the tiles were literally gleaming, gleaming! Kurt hadn't seen it the bathroom that clean since…well…ever. And yet, Blaine was still frantically scrubbing the shower.

"B-Blaine…?" Kurt called quietly as to not startle him. Fail. Blaine's head whipped around, eyes as big as saucers – the alarm was very apparent.

"M-Mister Kurt, Sir!" he exclaimed, "I-I am so sorry, Sir!" He practically fell over himself as he crawled to Kurt's feet, kissing them.

"Woah! Bee, Honey.." Kurt began. But before he was able to say anything else, Blaine began stuttering.

"P-please M-Mister Kurt, I-I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry! P-please p-punish me for my indiscretion. I-I'll make it up to you, Mister Kurt, I swear! I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry!" Kurt had no idea what was going on…What in the world was Blaine apologizing for? He dropped to his knees taking hold of Blaine's chin, turning his face upward. Blaine whimpered and flinched at the contact, causing Kurt to curse himself...he really needed to be gentler with Blaine.

"Blaine...shhh. I'm not mad, ok? But, I need you to calm down for me, Beautiful..." Kurt could see Blaine wasn't physically relaxing, it was becoming increasingly evident that something was wrong...where was he? "Shhh...Bee...you're ok. My good boy..." Kurt soothed. He repeated those phrases over and over, holding Blaine close to his chest. What had that bastard done to him? Why was Blaine apologizing, and what in God's name possessed him to deep clean the entire apartment? After a couple of minutes, Kurt could feel Blaine physically relaxing against him. "Blaine?" he asked softly, "Wanna tell me what's going on, Bee? I'm not going to be mad, but I really need to know where your head is at, Sweetie..."

"P-Please, Mister Kurt..." Blaine began, "I'm-I'm so sorry! I-I didn't greet you properly when you came home, lunch isn't finished yet, and...and I'm almost finished cleaning, I swear! Please..." He was practically sobbing into Kurt's chest.

Kurt picked Blaine up while continuing to mutter reassurances in his ear, "Bee...shhh...calm down, Love...I'm not mad...you are good…my good boy..." When the reached the living room, he sat on the couch, pulling Blaine into his lap. Audrey was busy "discovering" her feet; when she heard him enter, she looked up at him and flashed him a nearly toothless grin as if she had discovered a rare treasure - she really was a perfect baby. "Alright, Bee, we really need talk..."

Blaine nuzzled into his Dom's chest. So many emotions were racing through his body: fear because he had not followed proper "etiquette" when Mister Kurt returned home, and because lunch and cleaning wasn't finished, shame because he wasn't a good enough sub for Mister Kurt - he deserves someone better, and amazement that he was allowed to sit this close to Mister Kurt without being fucked or hit.

"P-Please, Sir! I-I'm sorry the cleaning wasn't finished when you came home...or the lunch. I-I'm sorry I was not a-at the door to-to greet you properly and take your bags...I promise I-I can be useful, Sir! I-I'm a good boy, I-I can be g-good for you!" He needed Mister Kurt to know he was thankful for everything that he had done, and that he could prove his worth. "P-Please, Mister Kurt, I-I can earn my keep, I-I'm so grateful everything you've done! I can be good!"

"You are good, Bee! You're perfect, my good boy..." Kurt began. What was Blaine talking about? And what in the world did "greet him properly" mean? "Blaine, Love, you don't need to earn anything. And you didn't have to clean...or cook. I just wanted you to relax and hang out with Audrey...not work yourself into a frenzy..." How did he ever think he could take care of a sub? Clearly he wasn't doing a very good job. "Blaine, I'm sorry...I shouldn't have left you this morning...I'm not mad at you at all. You don't have to earn anything, and you are good...so good."

Blaine was having a hard time comprehending what Mister Kurt was saying. Why was he apologizing? He is perfect...it's Blaine who royally screwed up. "Mister Kurt, I-I'm sorry I didn't do what you wanted. You didn't do anything wrong, Sir! I-I did...and I-I am so so sorry for ever making you think that! Y-you are so perfect, and I am so unworthy of you, Sir!"

Kurt was just about to tell Blaine once again that he didn't do anything wrong when the oven timer went off.

Blaine jumped off Kurt's lap, and dashed to the kitchen to serve lunch, motioning for Kurt to sit at the table. As he pulled the Chicken Marsala from the oven, breathing a sigh of relief that it wasn't burned...at least he did one thing right today. He plated the meal, and set it on the table, and then kneeled by the table - close enough to help in any way possible, but not too close as to crowd Mister Kurt, just like he had learned to do all those years ago. Wait and listen...always be ready to serve your Master. A good sub should be seen and not heard at mealtimes. All those lessons were taught to him ever since he was a small boy at the SubHouse.

Growing up in a SubHouse wasn't always terrible. From the time you arrived at the SubHouse until you 10, growing up at the SubHouse was very similar to growing up in a regular home - or so Blaine figured. They taught you regular manners - sharing, table manners...etc., general school lessons, and other specialized lesions - ie: cooking, sewing, housekeeping...etc. Blaine had come to the SubHouse when he was 8, and he shared a room with 14 other boys ranging 6 to 10. It didn't take Blaine very long to get used to the routine of living at the SubHouse: get up, breakfast, cooking, math, lunch, reading, manners, free time, dinner, chores, lights out. Every other day cooking was switched out with sewing...etc. once Blaine got used to the routine, and the way things worked at the SubHouse, he was able to make some friends, and ultimately was happy. Sure, there were punishments if you broke a rule, but that mostly included not being able to go outside during free time, or extra chores, or no dessert...nothing too crazy.

Once you turned 10, however, everything changed. The SubHouse Blaine was at gave you 1 month to adjust to the new rules. He had heard some places didn't allow any time for adjustment - so he figured he had gotten lucky. Once you turned 10, the SubHouse began to train you to serve a Dom. Most of the routine remained relatively similar, but now there were other things thrown in. For example, instead of general manners, you had Sub101: kneeling, kowtowing, appropriate walking distance, appropriate public behavior...etc., sewing was exchanged for sexual training - how to physically be able to please a Dom and an introduction to the different kinks, and instead of math you had household duties and finances - how to balance a checkbook, make change, grocery shop...etc. the rules got much stricter once you turned 10 as well; there was no longer any free time, and you were expected to kneel or stand in proper sub posture whenever in the presence of a trainer.

While in "training" each sub was assigned to a trainer. Most of whom were elected Dominates; for the most part, the trainers were fair. Working at the SubHouse was a job like any other. They all just wanted each sub to be prepared for anything that could be thrown their way once they had been purchased at auction. The thing about the trainers was that they only ever told you something once, and while Blaine was a smart child, sometimes he got caught up in his mind – there were times when he would have a tune inside his head, and he couldn't get it out – like an itch he couldn't scratch. That's normally what got him in trouble the most.

Mealtimes were one of the things that changed drastically once you entered training. Subs were to be seen and not heart. They were to serve their Dom his or her meal and then simply wait to attend to any of their needs; some trainers preferred their subs to kneel, while others preferred them to stand, but one thing was always the same - you were always to respond immediately whenever your trainer needed anything. The subs were then fed once their trainers had been satisfied.

Blaine had been in sub training for just over a month when he discovered what happened when perfection wasn't achieved. From the time he woke up that morning, Blaine had had another tune dancing around inside his head, and he just couldn't quiet it. Blaine had served his trainer his breakfast, and then kneeled at his feet…just the same as every single meal. He tried to focus on being still and quiet, but his trainer had to tell him 3 times that morning to sit still…he just couldn't help but tap his fingers After that, he couldn't do anything right…first he was kneeling too close, then he was kneeling too far away…Blaine could feel his trainer was getting increasingly frustrated with him throughout the meal, which made him want to try harder to be good. And whenever Blaine tried harder to be good, he ultimately caused more trouble for himself.

Receiving his first punishment wasn't something Blaine would likely ever forget. Because he had broken more than 1 rule, he received a punishment for each transgression for which he was guilty of: he was given fifteen lashes for not being able to sit still, lost his walking privileges for an entire week, and had lost his food privileges for 2 entire days. After his punishment was finished, Blaine never wanted to receive another. Unfortunately, every now and then he'd get another "itch" eventually resulting in more punishments.

Blaine was repeating the lessons he had learned to himself - wait and listen...always be ready to serve your Master. A good sub should be seen and not heard at mealtimes – when he heard Mister Kurt call his name. He jumped up, ready to serve, but Mister Kurt was just looking at him with a strange expression...concern, perhaps? "I'm sorry, Mister Kurt, what do you need, Sir? More water? Something else to drink? Would you like me to make something else for lunch...?" Maybe he hadn't done anything right today…

"No, Bee…I'd like you to sit with me," Kurt replied, patting the seat next to him. He never understood the Doms who required their subs to wait for them to eat…he'd much rather have the company. Blaine's eyes widened, and he frantically shook his head.

"Oh, no, Mister Kurt! I-I could never…no, Sir, my place is here. I'm here to serve you, Mister Kurt." Didn't he know subs weren't supposed to eat with their Masters?

"Bee…I'd really like it if you would sit and eat with me. I know what you have been taught, Love, but again…I don't work that way." Blaine scrambled to sit in the chair next to Kurt, but he looked incredibly uncomfortable doing so. Kurt could practically see the uneasiness radiating off of him – he looked so small. He sat with his hands clasped in his lap, shoulders hunched, and his head bowed in effort to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. He also had made no attempt to get himself any food. Kurt got up, and got Blaine a plate of food, setting it down in front of him with a smile. Satisfied, he started eating his lunch. He tried to stifle a moan, but failed miserably…the food was delicious! "Oh my god, Bee! This is amazing!" he exclaimed.

"I'm glad it pleases you, Mister Kurt," Blaine replied. Blaine's head was spinning. He really couldn't understand Mister Kurt…not only was Blaine sitting in a chair, but Mister Kurt had also put the same food he was eating in front of him…the same food! He hadn't had a meal he cooked since he had been sold to Master. While all past experiences had taught him that it was not his place to be sitting and eating with Mister Kurt, he also knew that Mister Kurt was the kindest, most wonderful Dom he had ever encountered. He didn't think Mister Kurt would trick him, but it was hard to go against what had been engraved into his mind for the last 10 years. He instead turned his attention to his daughter – feeding her her bottle. He still could hardly comprehend how lucky he was…he would always be grateful to Mister Kurt for allowing him to keep her.

"Please…eat, Bee…" Kurt encouraged Blaine. He really needed Blaine to eat…who knows when the last time he had had a proper meal was. "Good boy!" he exclaimed when Blaine tentatively picked up his fork and took a bite of chicken. Even though Blaine still looked wildly uncomfortable, Kurt was very relieved he had eaten at least a little bit. He knew there were still many things he needed to discuss with Blaine – he still needed to bathe and dress both he and Audrey as well, but the fact that Blaine had not only sat in a chair, but also shared a meal with Kurt was enough of a victory for that moment…maybe they could do this…together.