It had nearly been a week since the Sebastian freak out and Blaine seemed to be doing well, Blaine had stayed at home every day this week and he would always come home to a beautifully cooked meal, he would wash up after it even when Blaine offered to and then they would either sit and he would talk about his day or they would watch the news or some soap that was on tv as they turned the tv on.
Sebastian had stayed away from him at college, well other than a few glares and winks but he could deal with that.
He was feeling better about the whole situation, Blaine would smile more often warming his heart. He swore he could have the worst day and one smile from Blaine would feel like everything was fixed.
Blaine really was beautiful, inside and out. He was starting to become a person again and he was proud to say that he had a part in that.
Blaine still said Kurt at the end or start of most sentences, jumped at loud noises and had nightmares most nights but he wasn't expecting him to heal instantly.
They were sitting on the sofa but neither of them were paying attention to what was on the screen, he was looking into space wondering what it would have been like if he and Blaine had met and Blaine wasn't a slave. Could they have been together?
He thought about it for a few minutes before he jumped out of the day-dream his eyes wide, he couldn't think like that, not about Blaine. It wasn't fair on him, it wasn't fair on either of them because he knew that Blaine would never want to go out with someone who brought him like an item. Even if he had treated him right and fought for him, it doesn't mean that Blaine would want to go out with him.
He didn't have a problem with going out with a slave, everyone else would be he wouldn't care, but Blaine was his own person, maybe he didn't want a boyfriend or a family. He wouldn't be surprised considering how people had treated him in the past.
"Are you ok Kurt?" Blaine asked from next to him and he looked into Blaine's honey coloured eyes.
He nodded adding a small smile. "I'm fine," he said leaning back into the sofa. "Are you ok?" He asked.
"Better than I've felt in a long time Kurt," Blaine said and he smiled.
"Good," he replied and Blaine smiled back. His heart warmed. "I love it when you smile, it suits you," he said and Blaine looked away blushing.
"Thank you Kurt," Blaine whispered.
He giggled and moved to stand up walking out of the room, he had got a letter through the post a couple of days ago with Blaine's slave number and how to track him if he ever were to run away, he had almost thrown it away but then he saw Blaine's date of birth. But that was the only decent information on the letter.
He felt heart broken when he had found out he had missed Blaine's birthday, it had been a couple of weeks before and Blaine didn't say anything, of course he wouldn't say anything. Doesn't he even remember when his birthday was anymore?
He'd decided that he was going to get him something anyway, so the day before, on the way home from college he dropped into the music store and brought Blaine a keyboard, he didn't have a clue about pianos or keyboards but he knew it was something that Blaine liked, he hoped anyway.
He had wanted to get Blaine a proper piano but they were just too big, there was no way that they would get in into the apartment.
He walked into his bedroom and pulled it out from where he had hidden it under the bed before walking back into the living room, clutching in his grasp hoping that this was something Blaine would appreciate. He had seen the way Blaine eyes seemed to go out when he had tried to discuss it with him so he hoped this was the right thing to do, he hoped it wouldn't bring up bad memories.
Blaine looked at him with wide eyes when he saw the present.
"It's not your birthday is it Kurt?" Blaine said fear in his eyes.
"No, no Blaine, I felt bad for missing yours so I thought I'd get you something to make up for it," he said handing the present out to Blaine but he didn't take it.
"Kurt, I didn't remember it myself, it's not something you have to remember and you defiantly don't have to get me anything," Blaine said and he pouted still handing out the gift.
Blaine looked to the floor before looking back at him with a small smile. "Thank you Kurt, I really appreciate you thinking enough of me to buy me a gift," Blaine said taking the gift from his hands.
"Of course Blaine, you're the person I'm closest to in this world and I care about you more than anything," he said making sure that Blaine knew that he meant it.
Blaine blushed looking down at the gift, he slowly began to tear the paper, he was nervously watching him hands clenched together.
Blaine's mouth fell open when he saw what it was and tears started sliding down his cheeks, head falling into his hands.
"Blaine," he said sitting next to him on the sofa. "I-I would have got you a better one but I have no idea what a better one is, the pianos were huge and I knew I couldn't get it into the apartment," he rambled and Blaine giggled his arms flinging around him.
"Kurt, I can't believe you did this for me," Blaine said and he smiled.
"It was your 18th birthday, I had to do something," he said and Blaine let go.
"No you didn't but you did anyway, that's what make you so amazing Kurt, and makes me probably the luckiest slave in the world," Blaine said his cheeks red. He felt his own cheeks heat up and he smiled pulling Blaine in for another hug.
"You're not a slave Blaine, not to me, not ever, I don't care what the tattoo on the back of your neck says you're more than that," he said pulling away and Blaine looked to the floor.
"Kurt, I am a slave, that's who I am as much as I don't want to be," Blaine whispered and he sighed.
"It doesn't mean I think that and I don't want you to think that either," he said and Blaine looked up into his eyes.
"I wish I could stop thinking that way, you've done so much for me and I feel like im a person again but theres always that little part of me that thinks you'll leave me, that thinks you'll send me back and if that happens then I have to be prepared to go back to being the way I was before," Blaine said and his heart broke.
"You think I could give you back?" He said on the edge of tears.
"No, I don't know Kurt, I don't want you too, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Blaine said and he let the tears fall from his eyes.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me too," he replied and Blaine fell speechless.
….
Did Kurt just say he was the best thing that had ever happened to him? He felt his heart start to beat fast.
He sat there with his mouth open trying to process what Kurt had just said. Words that even his parents had ever said to him.
He suddenly felt like he had been waiting for those word all along. Kurt, he was the one he trusted, he was the one who saved him and Kurt was the one who he wanted to be sold to for the rest of his life.
"No one's ever said that to me before…," he said quietly still shocked, he felt Kurt cups his face.
"Well I just did Blaine," Kurt said and he nodded slightly dazed. He leaned into the hand and closed his eyes.
"This has to be a dream, it's too perfect," he said tears falling from his face as he reopened his eyes.
He noticed that he would give up his dream of having a husband and a family if he got to be the master to Kurt for all eternity.
Kurt let go of his cheek and smiled.
"Not a dream but I want you to know that I want you to feel comfortable around me and I want you to be able to trust me," Kurt said and he nodded.
"I trust you Kurt," he said looking to the floor again.
"You do?" Kurt said and he nodded again looking back up into Kurt's eyes.
"I'm glad," Kurt replied and he looked down at the Keyboard that was resting on his lap/
"C-can I play it?" He asked gently running his hands over the box, he thought that seeing one of these again would have triggered memories of his dad but it didn't, because it wasn't given to him by his dad it was from Kurt.
"Of course, that's what I brought it for," Kurt smiled and he started to open the box pulling the keyboard out. He gently put it to the side of him so he could get up and plug it into the wall by the tv.
The little red light signified that it was on and he sat down again placing it back in his lap, he slid his fingers along the keys but didn't press down on any of them. He took a breath closing his eyes placing his hands on the keys before he began to play.
He wasn't scared that Kurt was sitting right next to him, he would have been a month ago but not now. He played for Kurt his fingers sliding effortlessly over the keys.
It was the first song that he had ever learnt, the one that had got him in trouble with his dad in the first place but it felt to play in this moment. Teenage Dream.
Once he had finished he opened his eyes and Kurt clapped laughing. "You're amazing!" Kurt exclaimed and he blushed looking down at the keys.
"I'm not that good," he said and Kurt scoffed playfully.
"Oh shh Blaine, you're great," Kurt said and he looked up his cheeks cherry red.
"Thank you," he said and ran his hand through his curls. "You have no idea what that means to me Kurt, what this means to me," he said gesturing to everything.
"It what we do for the people we love," Kurt said with a smile before standing up and wandering into the kitchen.
He paused frowning, 'for the people we love'.
He shook his head. 'He didn't mean it that way,' he thought and he looked up at the TV. He needed to take a breath. He couldn't fall for Kurt, he couldn't.
He willed for the tightness in his stomach to go away, he slowly put the piano on the floor and followed Kurt into the kitchen.
"Would you like me to do lunch?" He asked and Kurt turned to him with a smile shaking his head.
"No Blaine, you've been doing it all week it's my turn," Kurt said and he didn't quite know what to do with himself now. He went to turn but Kurt called his name.
"Yes, Kurt?" He asked and Kurt bit his bottom lip.
"Do you want to help me? We can do it together," Kurt asked and he nodded before he even knew what he was doing.
So they made a stir fry, they had fun whizzing around the kitchen together until he was carrying the glass bowl to the washing up and he felt it slip from his hands.
He watched at it fell in slow motion crashing into pieces on the floor with a loud bang and he closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he repeated trying to breathe but panic was pulsing through him. He felt himself falling to his knees but arms wrapped around him stopping him from doing so.
"Blaine, its ok, try to stand up there's glass all over the floor and I don't want you to cut yourself," Kurt said and he took the words in. Kurt was safe, Kurt wouldn't hurt him.
He put the weight back in his legs and Kurt pulled him closer hugging him to his chest.
"I didn't mean to," he said hiding his face in Kurt's neck.
"I know, it wasn't your fault and we can just get a new one," Kurt soothed and he wrapped his arms around Kurt hugging him back.
He nodded into Kurt and Kurt leaned back pressing a kiss onto his forehead.
"Are you ok?" Kurt asked after a minute.
"Yeah, I'm fine, it just scared me," he said and Kurt go off him so he did the same.
"I know, let's just go and eat, I'll clean this later," Kurt said and he did as Kurt said walking back into the living room.