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Anyways...thank you sooo much for all the great reviews I've been getting. You guys encourage me so much, you have no idea! It absolutely makes my day when my email pings telling me I have a new comment, so please don't stop! So...here's chapter 5...I know the story is moving kind of slow, but we're building a relationship...ya know? the plot's gonna pick up =). So...warnings: there's story/flashback here...I tried to tone it down, but still get the point across...we all know, Hunter's an A-hole =). Soooo let me know what you think!

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Free2BeMee

Kurt and Blaine were able to finish their lunch with almost no more trouble. Kurt only had to remind Blaine 3 more times to "please keep eating", and no matter how many times he reminded him…he couldn't convince Blaine to NOT jump up every time Kurt finished his water, or even seemed like he might need anything…still…Blaine actually sat in the chair and ate! He didn't eat a lot…but he ate…not enough for Kurt's liking, but he ate. And that was what was important…baby steps, Kurt!

Once they finished the meal…or rather once Kurt finished, Blaine jumped up and began clearing away the dishes. "I can clean up, Mister Kurt! You can go ahead and go rest, Sir!"

"Not surprising…such a good boy," Kurt thought to himself. And while he wanted to stop Blaine, he figured he would change Audrey while the dishes were being done – no need causing Blaine any more stress…right? Unfortunately, some stress was going to be inevitable, especially when they went over the rules. There still was so much he needed to go over with Blaine, but that could wait until after the dishes had been finished. "Thank you, Blaine!" Kurt replied, "Afterwards, can you join me in the living room?"

"Of course, Mister Kurt. Would you like any tea or coffee, Sir?" Blaine asked – clearly eager to please – as always.

"Yes, tea would be lovely, Blaine! That's very thoughtful…thank you!" How could anyone have done those horrible things to that amazing boy? He had been nothing but perfect in Kurt's eyes. He simply didn't understand those felt that they had the right treat a sub differently just because of their chemistry. Doms needed subs just as much as subs needed Doms – common sense, people! He picked up Audrey, and snuggled her close; he truly was in love with this beautiful child. He wanted nothing short of giving her the world…if he could love a child that "wasn't his" this much, how much more would he love a child that was? Kurt could hardly fathom it. He couldn't wait for the rest of Audrey's things to arrive later that day - she wouldn't ever want for anything.

Kurt gathered what he was going to need for his talk with Blaine, and settled on the couch in the living room. He put Audrey down on a blanket, and waited for Blaine. Just...relax, Kurt repeated to himself. He still wasn't entirely certain of what he was doing anymore, but he did know that Blaine didn't need him to be a fumbling mess of insecurities...relax...just breathe. Even if he wasn't the best Dom, Kurt knew in his heart he would do anything to make sure the young submissive in his kitchen and the baby at his feet were happy, healthy, and safe - and that was good enough for him. He only hoped it would be good enough for Blaine. He still was amazed how boy of the beautiful subs had wormed their way into his heart...they were quickly becoming his everything, and he simply wanted to give them the world.

Fortunately, Kurt didn't have to wait long. Blaine came walking into the living room carrying a tray that held a teapot, a variety of teas, and 2 mugs - 2! It also held a carafe of sugar and milk. He truly had thought of everything - such a good boy.

"I…I wasn't sure what you w-wanted, Mister Kurt, so I brought a little bit of everything…" Blaine said quietly, not quite meeting Kurt's eyes. He set the tray on the coffee table, and knelt by Kurt's feet, back straight, head bowed, hands clasped behind his back – perfect sub posture - always the perfect boy.

"Thank you, Bee…my good boy," Kurt cooed running his fingers through Blaine's curls. Blaine instinctively stiffened at the contact – always expecting to be roughly handled – it broke Kurt's heart. However, he kept gently massaging Blaine's head, loving the way his fingers simply slipped through the curls. After a couple of minutes, he felt Blaine relax under his ministrations, and a small sigh escaped his lips. "Good boy…Bee, please look at me."

Blaine didn't want to look up…if he looked up, Mister Kurt would stop rubbing his head. He liked Mister Kurt rubbing his head…it felt…nice…nothing like the way Master used to touch his him. But he needed to be good for Mister Kurt…maybe he would rub his head again if he was really good…right?

Kurt smiled as Blaine raised his chin and lifted his eyes, settling around Kurt's nose – not quite, but better. "Good boy!" Kurt praised. Audrey giggled on the blanket beside them; Kurt shot her a smile before turning his attention back to Blaine. "Ok, Beautiful, we need to go over some things, ok? Mainly so things like this morning won't happen anymore…" Kurt started.

"Yes, Sir, of course, Sir. I-I'm sorry I-" Blaine began.

"No, Bee…no apologizing, alright? You didn't do anything wrong…but I don't want you to worry anymore. And I feel like if we lay down some ground rules, you will know what is expected of you…and you won't have to worry anymore. Alright?"

"Yes, Sir…thank you, Sir…" Blaine replied softly.

"Good boy," Kurt praised. "Alright…so like I said earlier, you have your room, and I will always respect your space. You are ALWAYS to sleep in your bed unless told otherwise. You never have to kneel or crawl here if you don't want to, but it is not forbidden. I expect you to eat 3 meals every day – they don't have to be big, but you do need to eat. I need you to be healthy, alright?"

Blaine nodded. He didn't quite understand Mister Kurt's rules, but he needed to pay attention; he didn't want to break any of the rules. He was pretty certain Mister Kurt wasn't going punish him for no reason, but he most definitely didn't want to give him the opportunity. He would be good for Mister Kurt…for once.

"Good. Again, we will be sharing the responsibility of Audrey, so we don't have to worry too much about that. Remember, I'm always happy to help…I want to help you with her, alright?" Another nod. "I will probably give you a couple of chores each day, but it won't be anything too difficult. You're always allowed on all of the furniture, and you can always entertain yourself: watch TV, read…anything you like, ok, Love? Speaking of…what do you like to do, Bee?" As soon as he asked the question, Kurt almost wished he could take it back. What a stupid question! Idiot! Like the presumed, the question was met with a look of absolute confusion.

"I-I don't understand, S-Sir…w-what do you mean?" Blaine asked, instantly afraid. Great…you've already failed. Such a bad sub…can't even answer questions! Bad…bad…bad!

"I mean…what do you like to do for yourself, Beautiful?" Kurt gently prodded. He had an idea as to what Blaine was going to say, but he seriously hoped he would be proven wrong.

"I-I only live to serve you, Sir," Blaine stated blandly – like he had been repeating it for a long time. When he wasn't met with a response, he continued, "I-I can serve you, Sir. I can be good for you, p-please, Sir, let me good for you…I…I can please you, Mister Kurt!"

Kurt reached for Blaine's chin, and forced his face upwards – he was trembling. He brought his other hand around the back of Blaine's head and worked his fingers into his curls once more, hoping it would calm Blaine like it had previously. "Shh…Bee. You do please, me, Love. I'm sorry I upset you. I just…I just want you to be happy, ok? I know it's going to take time, but you are such an amazing young man. You please me so much…such a good boy, always so perfect." He could feel Blaine calming down…whether it was from what he was saying, or the head rubbing, he wasn't sure, so he continued both. "I am NEVER going to punish you without telling you first. You will ALWAYS know exactly why you're being punished. If I don't tell you otherwise, you're good, ok? Always, my good boy…there will never been any guessing with me. I-I know you don't trust me yet, and I don't expect you to, but know I will never hurt you, unless we've BOTH agreed upon it, alright?"

Blaine was having trouble concentrating on what Mister Kurt was saying. He was rubbing Blaine's head again...it felt so good. Blaine hoped that Mister Kurt would always rub his head like that when he was good. He knew he needed to concentrate on what Mister Kurt was saying, but it was so hard. Mister Kurt had said he was good. Maybe he could keep being good for Mister Kurt, and he would keep rubbing his head. Blaine figured he would do just about anything for Mister Kurt if he kept rubbing his head.

"Blaine...got that?" Mister Kurt asked. Blaine was snapped out of his happy place when he realized Mister Kurt had asked him a question. Crap...

"Y-yes, Sir. Thank you, Mister Kurt" he replied.

"Ok great!" Kurt exclaimed, "Now...about play. Before we begin anything, we need to be completely honest with each other, alright? If we aren't, we'll just end up hurting one another, and I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you anymore. So, I need to know what your major limits and safe words are...I don't want to do anything that's going to hurt you, ok, Bee?"

Safe words and limits…those we're concepts Blaine had heard before, or maybe he had imagined them? He looked at Mister Kurt, confused...limits...safe words? Blaine tried to remember when he had heard them before…maybe it was at the SubHouse?

It had been in the first year if his training at the SubHouse - Sub101. The teacher had written the words on the board, and then turned to face the class.

"Ok…safe words. A safe word is a word that you determine with your Dom. Normally there's 2 different words: 1 to slow down, and 1 for a complete stop. For example: yellow can be used to slow down, and red for a complete stop. They are words that you as a sub can say to indicate that you are feeling uncomfortable with what is going on. Although, we, as an institution, strongly recommend caution when using safe words. They are only to be used in extreme circumstances…not just to be used 'willy-nilly'. We DO NOT train whiney subs at this facility, and we would hate for someone to give this place a bad reputation…would we?" He said, eyeing the students. Blaine nodded in agreement. He hoped he would never have to safe word – he didn't want to be a disappointment.

"Good, glad we've got that covered," the teacher continued, "Now…this is something that we as a facility are against, however…it is required by law that we teach you about limits. So…limits are part of the contract you set up with your Dom. A hard limit is something that either you or your Dom is uncomfortable performing or doing – it's 'off-limits' so to say. Soft limits are things that either party is uncomfortable with, but are willing to work towards." Again, Blaine nodded along with his fellow submissives...still not quite understanding the concept of limits, but he had learned that questions were forbidden. "Again...as an institution, we do not believe limits are something submissives should decide on. It is your SOLE PURPOSE in life to please your Dom, correct? Yes…once you are purchased, you are to serve your Dom willingly and to the best of your abilities. We train only the best submissives at this house, and I expect you to act as such…"

Yes…Blaine knew what safe words and limits were…but he couldn't understand why Mister Kurt was asking him…he wasn't planning on safe wording any time soon…that didn't end well the first time, and it wasn't his place to determine the limits of 'play'…didn't Mister Kurt know that?

"Yes, Mister Kurt" Blaine replied, still mostly confused.

"Great…ok, so first of all, what are you hard limits?" Kurt asked, ready to write whatever Blaine said down on their contract.

"Mister Kurt, I'm sorry…I-I don't have any limits, Sir. My sole purpose in life is to please you, Sir. I-I assure you Sir, I have been trained for any possible scenario you might wish to indulge in, Sir." Blaine uttered. Kurt frowned. He didn't like Blaine's answer…surely he had some limits…he had to.

"Ok…but I need to really think, Bee. Anything you don't like, or don't wish to have in this relationship, we'll put down, and it won't be a part of our relationship. Anything…I really need you to think, ok…please?" Kurt began to massage Blaine's head once more – he really needed Blaine to relax and think, and he seemed to have liked it when Kurt played with his hair.

Think…Mister Kurt had said to think about a limit. So Blaine did…he thought. At first he couldn't come up with anything because Mister Kurt had begun to touch his head again. But he really wanted to be good…and Mister Kurt had wanted him to think of something…so he thought really hard. At that moment, Audrey giggled. She had flipped over on her stomach and was making the first motions toward crawling - she shot both Kurt and Blaine a nearly toothless grin, clearly very proud of herself. Blaine marveled at his daughter. She was sweet, quiet, not a fussy eater - truly the perfect baby. He prayed Mister Kurt would find a kind Dom for her.

"P-Please, Sir..." Blaine said, "Can we please n-not train Audrey until s-she is older, Sir?" Kurt's heart broke - how could Blaine even consider them bringing Audrey in? What had he been taught?

"Oh, Bee...you don't have to worry about that, alright? I will ensure Audrey will be treated with the utmost care. She will only have the best Dom that both of us approve of, and she will always be cared for." Blaine breathed a sigh of relief - for some reason, he trusted that Mister skirt would take care of Audrey. "Now, Beautiful...that wasn't a real limit. I need you to come up with at least 2...anything you really don't like. Even if I like them, if they're on our list, they won't be a part of our lives, alright?"

"P-Please, Sir," Blaine said again after a moment, "If it pleases you, c-can you not cut me? A-At least not without telling me first, Sir?"

"Good boy! No cutting, got it," Kurt replied, writing it on their contract, "I couldn't do that to you anyways, Love...ok, just one more, Bee."

"W-Watersports..." Blaine whispered. He tucked his head, afraid of Kurt's reaction. Watersports had been one of a Master's favorite things, but Blaine had always hated it. He flinched when Mister Kurt gently grabbed his chin, once more forcing his face upwards.

"I could never do that to you, Love. I think it's vial and gross. You are NOT worthless, and no one deserves to be treated like that, alright? Thank you...good boy" he began playing with Blaine's hair once more -he just couldn't help it. Blaine sighed and rested his head on Kurt's lap, clearly exhausted from having to come up with a couple of limits. "Good boy," he praised, "that was very good, Bee. Now, I'm going to tell you my hard limits, alright? Blood play and watersports we're both on my list, so that's good. I'm also going to include animal play and age play. I'm not comfortable with shaming, so derogatory terms will never be used in reference to either you or Audrey. I'm going to put pain play as a soft limit...something we can possibly work towards, alright? The last one I am considering a hard limit is sharing. You are mine, and I will not share you with anyone, alright?" He received a hum in response, and figured that was good enough. "Ok, Bee...almost done. We need to discuss safe words, ok? I know this is hard...but you're doing so well, Love..."

Blaine didn't want to talk about safe words...it wouldn't matter anyways, he was NEVER going to use them...not after the last time. "Whatever you feel is an acceptable safe word, I will use, Mister Kurt."

"No, Bee...a safe word is supposed to be something you come up with...something that's easy to remember, so you will always be able to recall it if needed. It can't be something I force on you, or you might not remember it if you really needed to...does that make sense?" Kurt could tell Blaine was reluctant about choosing a safe word...he had an inkling why, but he really wasn't sure if he was prepared to delve into the reasons why. Just ask...if you want to move forward in this relationship, you have to be able to trust that he is going to safe word if needed...and to be able to do that, you need to know why he's so hesitant about it...so man up, Hummel. "Bee...what's going through your head? I really need to know where you're at, Love. This relationship is about trust...you trusting me that I will always keep you safe and have your best interests at heart, and me trusting that you will safe word if needed...so what's going on in here Love?" He asked, again, rubbing his fingers through Blaine's hair. He seriously could do this all day...he loved not only the way Blaine's hair felt falling through his fingers, but also how much it seemed to relax Blaine.

"I-I'm...I don't...safe wording isn't an option for me, Mister Kurt...I-I don't want to be a disappointment...and only bad boys safe word, and I want to be good for you, Sir. The last time..." But instead of continuing, he just shook his head, not wanting to continue. He didn't want a mister Kurt to know how bad he was.

"What do you mean, Beautiful? Safe wording is alwaysan option...at anytime. What happened, Love?" When Blaine didn't respond, Kurt prodded again, "Blaine...please tell me. I won't be mad, but I really need to know..."

"We...we learned about safe wording at the SubHouse during out training...but it was strongly discouraged...only to be used in extreme circumstances. I-I only used the word once...it was in my first week with Master. He...he had tied me up and he and his friends were taking turns with me. Whomever wasn't fucking me was either spitting, peeing, or hitting me...I-I just couldn't take it, so, I safe worded...but they didn't stop. I pleaded and pleaded...saying it over and over...and finally they gave in, and his friends left. I-I thought it was going to be alright then...b-buut Master told me that I had been bad...only bad boys safe word. He-he said I shouldn't have, and that I had been a disappointment, and that if I safe worded, then I was being selfish and not serving him properly...he-he punished me after that, and I...I didn't safe word again..." He hid his face...ashamed at how bad he was. Mister Kurt was surely going to get rid of him now...bad...bad!

Kurt couldn't believe what he had just heard. That bastard should be out in jail...you never, under any circumstances, make a sub feel as if they cannot safe word! You never ever punish a sub for safe wording...it's something they learn in their first Dom classes. He couldn't imagine what Blaine had endured over the years at the hands of that man...and without the option to safe word? It is disgusting. He was mad...furious, yes, but not at Blaine. "Blaine..." he said, "I need you to listen very carefully, ok? What that man did was vile, cruel and all kinds of wrong. Safe wording is ALWAYS an option. You are NOT a disappointment or bad if you use one. I will NEVER punish you for safe wording...in fact, I expect you to safe word whenever you are feeling uncomfortable...alright. Please...I need you to understand this...ok?"

"Yes, Sir...thank you, Mister Kurt," Blaine replied. He nuzzled his face on Kurt's thighs, showing his appreciation. He truly did not understand this amazing, beautiful man...but he was so very thankful that Mister Kurt had been on the subway that morning. He shuddered, thinking about what would have happened if Mister Kurt had not saved him and his daughter. "P-Pavarotti..." he whispered, "and Dalton, if it pleases you, Sir..."

"Good boy," Kurt murmured, again carding his fingers through Blaine's hair, "those are perfect, Blaine. Pavarotti to slow down, and Dalton to stop." He wrote the words on the contract, "thank you...my beautiful boy...such a good, perfect boy..." Kurt was so proud of Blaine. He knew that their discussion had to have been difficult to handle, but he was glad it was over with. Maybe...just maybe they could do this together. Now it was time to get Blaine clean and into some new clothes.