Hey,
Sorry it's short but I'm going back to college tomorrow and didn't have as much time as I usually do :( but at least its something :P
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Blaine's eyes blinked open and the first thing he saw was Kurt sitting beside him on the floor.
Again Kurt hadn't left him when he'd asked and he almost smiled at the thought but didn't, he pushed himself up into the sitting position groaning quietly when his body told him not to move.
He climbed down onto the floor next to Kurt and laid next to him. He didn't think he would ever get used to Kurt thinking that they were somehow equal. He made himself comfortable on the floor before closing his eyes again and slipping back into sleep.
"Where are we?" He asked as he climbed out of the car looking around at the large building with bars on its windows. It looked like a prison.
"Bye Blaine," his dad sneered with a wicked smile before the car sped off.
His eyes widened and he started running after it. "Dad, wait what the hell is going on?" He yelled his stomach tightened. He stopped running as the car disappeared out of sight.
He had nothing with him but the clothes on his back.
"This way!" A voice called and he turned towards it, a woman stood in the doorway to the prison looking building. She had a wicked face and a pointed nose that kept her glasses on her face, she was glaring at him but he didn't move towards her.
"What's going on?" He asked wrapping his arms around himself nervously.
"I said this way! Do as I tell you or you will be punished!" The lady yelled in a strict tone.
He slowly walked towards the woman scared of what she might do if he didn't.
"I think there's been some kind of mistake," he and the lady laughed like she'd heard it all before.
"Blaine Anderson?" She asked and his heart skipped a beat as he nodded.
"There's no mistake," she said bluntly as he reached her. She turned and opened the door leading him inside the building.
The smell was awful and he could almost feel the pain and suffering in the walls of the place.
"Where am I?" He whispered but the lady ignored him carrying on further into the building.
They came to a room and she opened the door gesturing for him to go first. He warily stepping inside peering around the door before waking in fully.
Inside there were a couple of men and the lady's voice from behind him made him jump.
"Welcome to Blackhall Centre, you now no longer have a name or any rights to your body," the lady started and he turned to her.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked and the lady frowned.
"Well, your parents didn't want you anymore so they sent you here, you're a slave," the lady said blankly and his eyes widened.
He stood for a second before he burst out laughing. "This is a joke right?" He asked but suddenly one of the man grabbed him from behind and spun him around.
He was about to say something but the man punched him in the face, he fell to the floor tears in his eyes as he realised what the lady was saying was true.
He knew that the relationship with his parents had been strained ever since he had come out but he didn't think they were capable of this.
"That's what's going to happen when you speak out of term, I would learn how to control yourself or this is going to be a living hell for you," the lady snapped and he felt a sob rise in his throat. "Take him to his room," the lady said the men and the grabbed him roughly as pulled him to his feet.
He was dragged through the building and he felt sick at the sight of some of the other slaves that he passed, they were thin, bruised and looked broken.
"Here," the man's said and they stopped by a cement looking cell.
"No please, please don't put me in there," he said tears running down his face as he started to panic.
The metal door opened with a clunk and he was thrown inside, he hit the floor and just laid there.
"Tomorrow you will be stripped of you clothes and given new ones, you will then be prepared for your tattoo," one of the men said before the door was slammed shut with another clunk.
He let the sobs come out now tears flooding down his cheeks. "Mum, Dad, please come back!" He yelled knowing that it wouldn't do any good.
"Please!" He screamed laying his head on the floor.
"Blaine!" He heard and his world shuddered.
"Blaine," he opened his eyes and he noticed his cheeks were wet. "Blaine are you ok? You were screaming," Kurt's calming voice cut through him like a knife and he felt himself start to tremble.
"I'm sorry Kurt, I didn't mean to wake you," he said pushing himself up onto his knees bowing his head.
"It's fine Blaine, did you have a nightmare?" Kurt asked and he nodded still looking to the floor. "Do you want to talk about it?" Kurt continued and he froze another thing that he hasn't been asked in his time of being a slave.
"No Kurt," he said his voice tightening; he didn't think he could relive the story again.
"Well, if you do want to talk about anything then just ask ok?" Kurt said and he nodded his stomach in knots.
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Blaine's screaming had truly scared him, he was screaming for his parents to come back. He looked like he was heartbroken.
The only thing that came to mind is that Blaine's parents were the ones that shipped him off to be a slave.
They left him, how could someone do that to their child, he could be completely wrong but he knew people did it.
"Do you need a drink or anything?" He asked but Blaine shook his head.
"I'm fine Kurt," Blaine replied and he nodded.
"Ok just make sure that you eat something soon, ever if you're not hungry," he said a little worried and the lack of food that Blaine ate.
There was a knock behind them and Blaine flinched.
"It's ok Blaine," he soothed before getting to his feel and moving towards the door.
"Did you order a bed?" A man asked and he nodded allowing the man into the house wondering how he had gotten the large box up the stairs.
"In that room," he said pointing to Blaine's room and the man nodded moving towards it.
"Shouldn't take more than thirty minutes to put this up," the man said pausing and turning to him. "Wow your slaves really tamed," the man said staring at Blaine who still sat on the living room floor with his head facing the carpet.
"No he's not 'tamed'," he said with a frown. "Just do your job," he said and he man scoffed before turning and disappearing into Blaine's room.
"Kurt, may I speak my mind?" Blaine asked him after a moment of silence and he moved towards him.
"Of course," he said taking a seat on the sofa. "You can sit on the sofa if you want Blaine," he said but Blaine shook his head.
"I just wanted to say that you should be careful Kurt," Blaine said and he frowned.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"I may be out of place to say this but people don't like it when owners are nice to slaves, Kurt," Blaine said.
"I know that, the amount of looks I've already gotten from people and we've only been together about a week," he said putting both his hands in his lap.
"Maybe you shouldn't be so nice in public," Blaine said making his heart shrink.
"No," he said simply.
"I'm sorry if I spoke out of term Kurt," Blaine whispered and he shook his head.
"You didn't Blaine, I just can't treat you badly, I don't think I could," he said truthfully.
There was no way that in Blaine's state that he could call him names or lay a hand on his for doing nothing wrong or even if he did something wrong.
"Everyone's got a bit of bad in them Kurt," Blaine said shocking him and his mouth fell open.
"I know," he whispered. "Does it make you uncomfortable when I'm nice to you?" He asked and Blaine shifted nervously.
"No Kurt," Blaine said and he moved from the couch kneeling down in front of Blaine.
"Honest opinion," he said trying to keep his emotion out of his voice.
He could understand that it would and he hadn't even noticed.
"Sometimes Kurt," Blaine whispered like he was going to get hit for his answer.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he said placing his hand on Blaine's shoulder but Blaine flinched away from it.
He cursed himself, just as he thought he was making progress he ruins it. "Damn it, I'm sorry I keep screwing this up," he said pushing himself to his feet.
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He hadn't meant to jump but he had thought Kurt was going to hit him. He should have known better.
Kurt stood running his hands through his hair looking frustrated.
"Kurt, I didn't mean to flinch and make you frustrated," he said before continuing. "Sudden touches scare me sometimes, I can stop I promise," he said and Kurt sighed kneeling back in front of him.
"You don't have to change anything for me Blaine," Kurt said and he kept his head down. "I didn't mean to make you flinch I just forget how fragile you are".
"Kurt, I'm not fragile, I'm broken," he said and he felt Kurt stiffen in front of him. He knew he had spoken to freely, if he was still with his other masters then he would have probably been killed for speaking how he was to Kurt.
"Maybe a little," Kurt said. "But I'm going to try to change that".
He stared into the ground thinking he was going to melt into it, how was it possible that he had ended up with someone like Kurt? He didn't understand how Kurt could sound so determined to fix someone as broken as he was.
He couldn't help but think if Kurt was the person that he said he was then he was going to be ok, even though it was a long shot for the first time in a long time he had hope.
I'll update when I can! x Thanks for reading!