Kurt opened and closed the cupboards looking inside of them; he would have to go shopping. His dad had only filled them with a couple of simple items, such as bread and milk and he knew they wouldn't last long.
He would also have to get Blaine some new clothes and a bed. He was lucky that he had the savings account that his dad had given him last year on his birthday; he hadn't spent a penny of it so he had quite a bit in there.
He walked to the sofa where Blaine was sitting neatly with his hands in his lap.
"Hey, so I need to go shopping, I need to get you some clothes and stuff so it would best if you come with me," he said and Blaine nodded.
"Of course, I'll go where you want me to Kurt," Blaine replied and he almost cringed at the wording.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," he said just to make sure and Blaine shook his head.
"I would like to go with you Kurt," Blaine said and he nodded with a smile.
He didn't want to just have to guess his size so it was good that he was coming.
Before they went he made sure that Blaine was happy with coming with him and then they left. Town was only a block from his apartment so they walked. Blaine seemed to be getting healthier, though he knew it would take a long time for him to get completely healthy.
As he walked Blaine followed close behind him, he noticed that Blaine was walking with his head down and stopped turning to him.
"Blaine you don't have to walk with your head down," he said and Blaine looked up.
"Are you sure S-I mean Kurt?" Blaine said with wide eyes.
"Yes of course," he replied and they carried on. He could see that Blaine's head would often fall to look at the floor though he was sure that it was just something Blaine automatically did.
It only took them about ten minutes to walk to the local mall and they were walking through the door.
"I can wait outside if you want Kurt," Blaine said and he frowned before shaking his head.
"No Blaine, I want you to come in," he said and Blaine walked further into the building lowering his head back to the floor.
He ignored it as looking down obviously made Blaine feel more comfortable and waked towards the first clothes shop that he saw. He instantly saw colours that would work with Blaine's skin tone.
First he chose out a right fitted blue polo shirt that he knew would look good and being out Blaine's eyes. He gestured for Blaine to come closer and held it against him.
"What are you doing Kurt?" Blaine asked quietly.
"I'm seeing if it will fit, don't you like it? You can just tell me if you see anything you like," he said and Blaine shook his head.
"No Kurt, I don't want you to waste money on me," Blaine said and he sighed.
"I want to," he said. "Blaine you need better clothes than what you're wearing," he explained.
"Thank you Kurt, I'm sorry I questioned your kindness," Blaine said.
"Blaine it doesn't matter, what do you honestly think of this?" He said and Blaine looked to the blue polo shirt and nodded.
"I like it Kurt," Blaine said with a little bit of wonder in his eyes.
"Are you ok?" He asked Blaine seemed to be mesmerised by the shirt.
"Yes, it's just that's the kind of thing I used to wear," Blaine whispered and his eyes widened.
"From before you were a slave?" He said and Blaine nodded. "Oh Blaine I'm sorry we don't have to get it," he said going to put it back but Blaine grabbed his arm lightly.
"No wait Kurt," Blaine said before letting him go his mouth going wide. "I'm so sorry Kurt," Blaine spat out quick and in shock.
"Did he just grab you?" A shocked voice for across the store said in shock.
He turned to face the person. "No he didn't," he said but a tiny voice behind him spoke up.
"Yes I did Sir and I'm sorry," Blaine said bowing his head.
The stranger scoffed. "Looks like your slave need to be retrained," he said moving towards them. The man was short but looked like he could throw a punch, he didn't have any hair and had an angry expression.
He automatically took a step in front Blaine wanting go protect him. But another voice from behind him made him jump.
"What going on here?" The other man asked. He was well-built and a lot taller than any of the people in the store including himself, he could feel himself starting to panic he wouldn't be able to take the men if they attacked.
"This slave just grabbed his owner arm," the first man said in utter disgust and the second man frowned.
"Who do you think you are?" The second man yelled at Blaine who was looking at the floor.
"I'm nothing Sir," Blaine said a quiver in his voice.
"You're not nothing Blaine, just go away and mind your business," he yelled at the men.
"Oh so it has a name," the second man said giving Blaine a shove.
"Don't touch him," he said.
The man laughed giving Blaine another forceful shove and he lost it he didn't even notice his flying fist until it made contact with the second man's face.
"Shit," the second man yelled. "I don't want to fight you twink I'd break you," the man's said and he turned walking away.
He turned to the first man and he just held his hands up and walked away starting to look back at the clothes.
"Damn it," he said shaking his hand, he was sure that it wasn't broken but it hurt.
He pulled his attention back to Blaine who was still standing in the same stop shaking muttering that he was sorry.
"Blaine," he said softly. "Blaine its ok," he whispered trying to comfort him.
Blaine nodded but didn't seem comforted by his words.
He turned a little shaken himself and put the blue polo shirt into the basket.
"Let's keep going, I promise I won't let anyone else hurt you," he said and looked back up at the clothes picking out the same polo shirt but in a different colour. "What do you think of this?" He asked and Blaine looked up.
"It's nice Kurt, I like it," Blaine said and he smiled.
"Are you sure? I don't want to get you things you don't like," he said and Blaine nodded.
"I wouldn't make you waste your money on something that I didn't like Kurt," Blaine said and he nodded turning back to the clothes.
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His heart was still racing; Kurt had punched a man, for him. He didn't understand why he would bother.
His stomach had a dull ache from being shoved and his legs felt a little like jelly but he still felt ok, and in his world ok is a good way to be. He felt like he should be withering in pain but as his body was used to a lot more he felt fine and was able to wander around like he was fine.
He looked at the clothes that were being offered to him and nodded. The clothes reminded him of a time when he was happy, of when he felt human.
He wasn't sure if he liked or hated Kurt for this, he still didn't trust him though he had given nothing that would hint to him turning and beating him. To him no one was trustworthy anymore; they were just waiting for the right moment to turn and as those men showed some turned quicker than others.
From the store they were in Kurt brought him three tight polo shirts in different colours and a couple of pairs of red chinos. He couldn't believe it; he didn't know what was happening. No one in his time of being a slave had brought him clothes, even the ones that had pretended to be nice to him.
They walked out of the store and he followed Kurt with his head down across the mall. Even with his head down he could see other slaves following their owners around and he didn't even look up enough to see what kind of state they were in.
He followed Kurt into some sort of furniture store and suddenly it hit him what Kurt was doing.
"Kurt, if you don't mind me saying I don't need a bed I'm fine on the floor," he said keeping his head down.
"Blaine don't be silly, I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor like some kind of animal," Kurt said continuing towards the beds section. "All you have to do is pick one," Kurt said gesturing towards the many aisles of beds.
They looked for a few bed before he made a decision, it was a small single bed, it wasn't too padded and didn't cost too much. "I like this one Kurt," he said his heart rate rising, he felt like he was asking for the world.
"Are you sure? There were softer ones over there," Kurt said gesturing down the aisle that they'd just come down.
"I'm used to sleep on the floor Kurt, I'm not sure a soft bed you be comfortable for me," he said honestly and Kurt nodded.
"Of course, I'm sorry I didn't think about that, this one it is," Kurt said.
"Thank you Kurt, for all of this, I wouldn't have expected it," he said his head still looking to the floor.
"No problem, all you have to do is ask for something and if I have the money and ability then I'll get it," Kurt said before turning to get one of the workers.
He kept his head down; emotion was swirling in his stomach. He hated it, he hated that Kurt was so nice, he hated that he bought him things, he hated that he fought for him, he hated that he treated him like he was something and not a slave, and most of all he hated him because he was starting to like him.
Trust was a long time away but he couldn't help but feel a certain like for him.