Damn It was high time for another chapter. But you know I needed to write for the Klaine reverse Bang and such. And have exams right now. But I promise in the summer hollydays I will sit down and write much faster xc. Hope some of you are still there.

Chapter 5

Give me love

Brian Anderson felt sickness creep through his body. Several hours after seeing Blaine hurting himself, it still made him want to throw up. At first, his instincts had kicked in and he had consoled his Sub, his wife, who had stopped sobbing when her eyelids grew too heavy and she was finally able to sleep. It was only after that that Brian realized who he should really worry about. Blaine, his son he had held in his arms when he was just minutes old, with whom he had visited any football game he could fit into his tight schedule. The one he had always helped stand up against his older brother. This constant sunshine, with his curls and passionate eyes was now up in his room talking to a psychiatrist and Brian dreaded the conversation with all the more, because he knew how the truth was able to ruin the perfect bubble of his image.

It was his fault Blaine had coped with hurting himself, whenever he couldn´t fulfill an order. He should have known better than to be blinded by his status. Did it change Blaine Anderson when he was proven to be a BB Sub? Actually, how should he know? He had been too occupied with thinking of ways to stuff his disappointment into and about what would be a fitting punishment. So when the doctor knocked on his office door, he knew that Brian would have to be a father from now on and listen to what he would have to change. And that would be the bitterest medicine an AA-Dom had to swallow. Someone below him, at least according to status, listing lots of instructions he had to follow in order to be the one title he lacked. Dad.

"Come on in."

had graying red hair, lots of freckles and round glasses on his pointy nose. The white coat he had worn the last time Mr. Anderson had seen him in was abandoned to make place for a green turtle-neck shirt and blue pants. All in all, he didn´t visibly appear to be an AB-Dom, or an authority, which may have helped talking to Blaine.

"Good evening . I´ve had time to talk to Blaine and Kurt and would like to discuss the procedure I would advice your son to go through."

"Go ahead. I will be listening." Brian said, gesturing to the chair on the other side of the desk he sat at. Dr. greener took a seat, leaning back and smiling at him. He was as calm as Brian would like to be himself. Even after being paid to keep his mouth shut about the obvious hostage in his cellar, the doctor was calm. That probably said much about the amount of secrets he kept and how many abused people he had seen in his life. Not that he was shocked, since he as a judge had probably heard worse stories. The only difference was that he was never concerned about someone's mental wellbeing.

"Blaine had told me about the pressure of commands he feels. That is not unusual by BB Subs their age. They tend to be easily influenced and treated as lower individuals by people. Your son has trouble with handling commands he can´t fulfill, causing stress and self-loathing that can, as it is in his case, lead to self-injuring. The cause of his mental instability seem to be often repeated commands referring to his status and sexuality." At that point, Brian swallowed the lump in his throat along with the sickness. The guilt clung to him like gum though."However, you will probably be relieved to hear that this condition can be treated."

He nodded. "And how much will the medicine be?"

Dr. Greener laughed at that, holding his defined belly, before quickly composing himself when he saw that Mr. Anderson was the opposite of amused.

"Well, it depends. I could prescribe him various pills that would suppress his subcore and make him immune to orders or stress, or really, any emotion. That would be the cheapest, harshest and, to put it frankly, the fastest way to turn someone into a breathing zombie."

Realizing that he needed to ask for the other option, as this was something the doctor opposed of, he grumbled lowly before probing.

"Or?"

"Or a Dom, either one of his family members or a claim with someone who supports him will set him on the right track again. That way, only one person would command him and we´d schedule a few meetings to have professional guidance along the healing process."

"And who do you suggest, would do that?" Brian asked, irritation prickling on his skin, but he had his judge face on. The angry and intimidating expression would wait until it was needed.

"As I said, I talked to Kurt." leaned forward, as if what he was about to say was of utmost importance."He is not a violent person. He just acts this way because his senses tell him to either help his sub or revenge him. It´s a predominant instinct to protect what you own, you get that right?"

In response, the judge leaned back, intertwining his fingers in front of his chest and smirked. was as much of quack doctor as all of them were, but apparently he knew business really well. All this shit about caring for Blaine not being drugged was bullshit, he just knew that drugging Kurt would be an far more likely option Mr. Anderson would choose.

"I assume you mean you can get rid of this instinct? Make him forget that filthy creature he called his and will in turn help Blaine?"

"It´s not as easy as you phrase it. I am afraid that drugging him would harm Blaine in the long run."

Brian stood up, pacing slowly behind his desk. His patience had run thin with the process of the evening and he felt drained by the amount of powers he had to use to bring everything under his control. Noting happened like he had planned it. Blaine was never supposed to find Kurt without his consent. Blaine wasn´t supposed to be weak and fragile. It only caused his wife to look at him warily as if he was at fault. Dr. Greener eyed him and after several minutes of silence he seemed to be bored.

"Mr. Anderson…"
"Judge Anderson." He said, to have something he still had control over. Someone he paid to be obedient.
"Judge Anderson, may I suggest a method that wouldn´t cost you as much as medicine would and would break Kurt without bending his Dom spirit?"

Brian sat down again."I can´t imagine anything I haven´t tried."

"No offence." Dr. Greener started, indicating that whatever would follow would indeed be offensive."But all you used was violence, something that won´t work on Kurt."

Not ready to admit he was wrong, he gestured for him to continue and the plan that followed sounded ridiculous, and still he couldn´t help but wonder if it would work with a little spice administered by him.
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A void lounged inside of Blaine's chest and he couldn´t fall asleep. The doctor had given him a pill that he claimed would make him drowsy and reduce his sub instincts over-night so that he could rest, but all it did was making him more depressed. His mother stroked his hair, her tiny body barely causing the bed to dip when she had sat down next to him. Years ago, when he was still in kindergarten, she would do that every night, reading stories of heroes saving princesses out of the grasp of monsters and dragons. She would often switch the hero´s name with Blaine´s, so that he would feel strong and he would giggle and name the princess after her. He had always loved his mother, even though they weren´t as close anymore. Partly because he couldn´t forgive her for ignoring him when his father got rough and abusive and partly because he never knew what to talk about with her so he just didn´t.

That she now sat here, trying to calm him or simply supervise him let his resolve crumble slowly. It would never be perfect in his household, but they would be okay someday. He truly believed that. When he heard her sigh several minutes later, he turned around to face her. She looked old in the yellow light of his lamp, older than he remembered her looking ever before. But he couldn´t remember being that close to her in years, so maybe she had been looking older for quite some time.

"Blainey, go to sleep." His mother whispered. As instructed he closed his eyes, but whatever the void covered, it wouldn´t let him get any rest. So he prodded, poking the void with a stick, then with a hammer until emotions finally tumbled through him, overwhelming him. He clutched her hand as he finally got to the core of it. The question that had kept him awake for so long.

"What will happen to Kurt?"

Her hazel eyes met his and she appeared to be uncomfortable with being asked that. She stood up then, stroking his hair a last time, before turning to the door.

"Mum, please. I have to know." Blaine pleaded.

The title felt foreign on his tongue, having used it so little times lately. But it had the effect he had hoped it would when she stopped.

"I don´t know. Dr. Greener had promised me to convince your father that no drugs were necessary for either of you." Her voice indicated that she was hiding something. Blaine felt dizzy and tired now, he hurt, but Kurt was the single thought that kept him focused. No drugging was not exactly positive compared to what his father would choose to do instead.

"You mean he will use violence instead!"

"Blainey…"

"What? You would just stand by and watch anyway. Kurt is what I am concerned with. He will practically kill him."

One look at her shut him up though. Not because he didn´t think that she deserved to cry over what she had done, or didn´t in that case. It was the all too familiar expression she had. It looked just like his reflection when he felt guilty enough to hurt himself. A lump built in the back of his throat despite of his attempt to swallow it.

"Mom, it´s okay. Whatever happened is in the past for a reason. Just promise me that you try to protect Kurt. Talk to Dad, you are the only one he would listen to. Please, Mom."

His mother hugged herself, hiding her tears with her hair.

"You have never been so wrong. If he had listened then today wouldn´t have happened. I will try though, for your sake. I don´t know what motivates you to want to protect someone who has tried to kill you, but if you think he will change then I will try my best to do that as well."

When she closed the door behind her, he finally fell asleep, trusting her words, if only because they were the one thing he would desperately cling to.

Kurt had expected to be dead by now. He had slowly regained consciousness, his throat sore from the fingers pressing down on it too tightly. Apparently Blaine was alive, because after a horrible night that was surprisingly without further incidents with , he came downstairs. His wrists were wrapped in white gauze tape and this time he made no attempt to hide his doings. There were no traces left of neither the vulnerable, nor the defying Blaine. He just stood there, as far away from him as possible, probably imprinting the musters of the bricks onto his back, and looking intently at his nothing in particular. Kurt couldn´t help but sigh in relief now, knowing Blaine wasn´t dead. It would lessen his punishment for sure, and Jeff's too with that and while hanging here, alone with his thoughts, he was calm enough to know that he didn´t want to be a murderer. Not even of Blaine.

"My father will be down soon and I just want to assure you that I will try to protect you. So please, I know you hate me, but just stay quiet or you will only anger him." The Sub finally said, now meeting his eyes. His voice sounded as tired as Kurt felt, but gave no indication that whatever he had said was untrue. At least that meant he was sure of his own deceit and that would count for something if Kurt hadn´t been irritated.

"Now why would you do that? I will never be your Dom and I can promise you one thing, if you force me to be, I will play along until one night I can kill you in your sleep!"

Blaine didn´t even flinch. He remained pressed to the wall, his shaking hands the only sign of his distress. They were enough to make Kurt smile.

"I like you, because I know that beyond your grief and anger you are a genuinely good person. Someone who is loved by his family and friends and takes care of them. And because I believe that we are meant for each other and you´ll come to your senses."

Kurt laughed loudly after the first shock he had felt of his words had passed. Before he could comment on the ridiculousness of this statement, Blaine´s father strode in, wearing a three piece suit and a smug expression. There was no time to mentally prepare for his punishment, but what he had left of his power, drained and weak, he would use to defy.
"Sir, I just wanted to-" Blaine hurried to explain but was cut off by a simple gesture.

"It is actually convenient that you are already here since you are relevant for this plan to work. First of all, your…Sub Jeff has been freed this morning. He is under strong instruction to stay in another state for as long as this takes and not to reveal our little secret. He is unharmed and will remain that way if he chooses to obey my rules." Kurt was sure he had hallucinated, but Mr. Anderson continued."You however are not off the hook. I believe your demands of releasing him are fulfilled, now you fulfill mine." At that he called for the dumb Cop that entered with a medium sized package in his arms.
A glance at Blaine revealed that apparently he was as clueless as Kurt. Both stared as the package was cut open.

Brian Anderson wasn´t one to crouch down and take whatever was inside out by himself, he just snapped his fingers and the Cop, rolling his eyes, handed him the device. It was a collar, that much was clear. It was the metallic look of it that was uncommon.

"That is a collar for reluctant or rebellious Subs that need special caretaking. This one in particular is not made for a Sub though. It sends electrical impulses through your body whenever you order Blaine to do something he doesn't want to. He will wear one as well, just in case it doesn´t work, it will shock him to prevent from further harm. It is also instructed to react when you leave the summer residence you both will live in from tomorrow onwards. Blaine however is allowed to leave with my permission and you could earn your privileges by finally understanding that your claim with Blaine is just a matter of time."Brian explained, never losing his smirk.

Kurt registered what was said, but didn't pay it too much attention. He was filled with new energy when he heard that Jeff was safe. He could run and get help, it was only a matter of time. Living with a weak BB Sub he could just ignore in a house alone until then sounded like a blessing. He would just have to wait for Jeff or Blaine´s suicide. Either way, he didn´t struggle when his wrists were released and he was collared, because this wouldn't be permanent. He even let himself be picked up by the Cop since his body was too weak to walk. They fed him soup and gave him water and medicine and he slept on the floor of the cellar istead of in a standing position. He didn´t see Blaine for the remainders of the day and he was fine with that. For now his anger hadn´t boiled down quite enough not to make him snap. When he was awake they blindfolded him, not bothering to restrict him further in either way as he was lead up. He couldn´t see where they were going, nor could he see Blaine. But he felt his presence, his weak aura that resembled that of a bird with injured wings. It provoked him to lean over and whisper:"When we´re alone, I will make your life hell.", before taking a big gulp and sliding as far away as he could. Blaine´s presence made him angry, but he couldn´t help his AA Dom instincts and his up-bringing. In close proximity he had caught a whiff of Blaine´s smell, sweet and manly, apple and cinnamon, and overall submissive. Submissive to his dominance. His body craved that. In any case he would prevent any feelings but those of hate, quenched them until they were hidden like his compassion and humanity. They soon reached their destination, loosening the blindfold when they were already inside the house. Kurt looked around, saw the gracious space the two of them would occupy until he escaped and the people standing in the hall. Seeing Brian Anderson, the smug bastard that had come so close to breaking his spirit, fueled another wave of anger in him. Against the need to lash out, he remained quiet when the pathetic lot of a family said their goodbyes. The AA Cop smiled at Kurt as he brought in packages.

"Blaine, your father and me will visit you in two days. If you need anything, just call, there is a telephone book with all the important numbers in it is next to the phone."The woman appearing to be Blaine´s mother said."Don´t hesitate to take your pills if it gets worse, alright? has promised they wouldn´t alter you, they just suppress t-he-the urges."

"Of course."

Blaine stood tall in front of his mother. A farce that the doms in this room could easily see, hear and smell through. The BB Sub was still nervous and sad beyond measure. It would only need a little shove and he would tumble down the edge. As if sensing Kurt´s thoughts, Brian looked at him.
"If you lay a finger on him, I will electrocute you and I will find your boytoy in order to give him the same treatment, are we clear Kurt?"

Kurt smiled."I thought you wanted me to touch him. He certainly wants me to."

The sub´s feelings hit Kurt like a freight train, as Blaine blushed. It was hard not to feel anything after weeks without his Jeff.

"There are cameras installed all over the house. If anything happens to him, I will know it."Brian said coolly."Blaine, take care."

He gave his son a last glance before turning around and leaving the house. His mother hugged Blaine though, waiting for the Cop to make his last exit, before whispering endearing into his ear and leaving as well. Then they were alone. Without the chatter the house was eerily silent. Kurt eyed the décor verily, before looking at Blaine standing in the hallway.

"Should I unpack S-" Blaine asked, stopping himself as his memory seemed to catch up.

"With wrists like yours? How would someone as useless as you do any tasks?"

"I-I could try."

Looking at Blaine, he saw the submissive stance he had taken, his eyes downcast, his shoulders no longer tense. Kurt didn´t know what had happened exactly after he had a talk with him two nights prior, but the bandages over Blaine´s wrists were enough to make him smile, even if he felt a little sick inside.

"I´m going to bed." He announced, not willing to have anymore interaction with the BB sub. Even if it was still early, his body was exhausted.
"Should I-come along?"

The voice was so low he could barely hear it. He had though and it caused him to turn around and get closer to Blaine, who backed up in fear. Both of them were stopped by the wall the sub hit.

"Join me in bed?"Kurt hissed, clutching hair in order to make Blaine look him into the eyes."Was that what you implied? I would rather be forced to wear reindeer sweaters and have my penis shrivel to the size of your tiny, oh so breakable heart, before bedding you. Now, how about you sleep on the hallway floor as your punishment for your faux pas?"

His hand flew away when the current run though his body, leaving a sharp pain in his neck and causing him to stumble away. The collar was still hot against his neck and he bit his lip to prevent a gasp of pain.

"Y-Yes Sir. Goodnight." Blaine said, before laying down right where he stood.

Kurt ran away, rushing upstairs in need of a place that was far away from the sub. He entered the room farthest away from the stairs, relieved when he found a bed he could sleep in. He didn´t want to think about his, but his mind wandered to what had just happened against his will. The power he had felt, when Blaine obeyed, the desire to protect this human from himself, the guilt, the pain of the collar. And the knowledge that Blaine had wanted to submit, because otherwise he would have been electrocuted as well. It shouldn´t make him as happy as it did.

Kurt´s cold fingers still hurt when he moved them, but he simply had to trace the collar for any lock. When he found none, he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a white ceiling and

blue wallpaper. After that he took in the small room that only contained a single bed and a white cupboard. Only then his memories caught up to him and he locked eyes with the camera in the upper corner.

His brain still radiated the weakness after days of being tortured and mistreated in the Anderson property and it took minutes for his body to be able to move. The first thing he did was looking into the cupboard for clothes he could change into. There were none of course, since they were supposedly still in the cartons. He muttered under his breath, deciding he would take a shower either way. Opposite of the guest bedroom was the bathroom he showered in. It contained baby blue tiles that would have made Kurt shudder if it weren´t for the amount of problems he had on his shoulders that were worse than horrible interior designing. For now.

In lack of clothing, he chose to go with a towel to get some, so he wasn´t clad when he descended the stairs. Everything was smaller in this house, compared to the glimpses he had had in the other Anderson residence it seemed. The hall floor was wooden and few pictures on the wall made it seem cozy and far too normal to be the prison it really was for him. Staring at a picture of a child Blaine building sandcastles felt surreal. He huffed in disgust before he continued walking. The whole house was alight with the early summer sun that shone through the windows. In front of him was a big door, leading to freedom, but for now he had to burry that information in his head and think about it when he was strong enough to form correct thoughts. To his right was the living room, big, an orange couch in the center, facing a flat screen TV and in the back of it was a fireplace and shelves full of books. All in all it was something a happy Kurt would approve of as being classy and inviting, despite of the bathroom interior, but not something he bothered to acknowledge in his current state of mind. Opposite of the living room was a big archway leading to the kitchen. From where he stood, Kurt could see Blaine, already dressed in a form-fitting shirt and tight jeans sitting at the kitchen isle and looking at him shyly.

Kurt could see hazel eyes flicker up to him, over his half-naked body, before Blaine blushed ferociously. It was like a punch to his guts all over again. He clicked his tongue, before bending down to open one carton. It held Blaine´s belongings. A picture frame of what were supposedly his friends, a laptop, a deodorant, books and DVDs of various musicals, and Pop CD´s. The humanity that spoke of them made Kurt clog up, unable to swallow. He couldn´t afford to pity Blaine, or regret what he had done and could possibly still do, so he quickly closed it.

"Clothes?" He asked instead.

Blaine was right up, a small smile on his lips. His submissive nature was much more suppressed than it had been yesterday, a fact that Kurt was grateful for. Obviously had taken his pills like Mummy had ordered him to. Blaine lead the way over to a closed door on the ground level, he opened with slight difficulty. His hands were still too damaged it seemed.

"I think they have put them in here, since it is the main bedroom. I guess there will be a lot of my clothes, but I´m sure they have brought your suitcase as well, Sir."

He didn´t seem to notice his slip, but Kurt did. He shoved the boy a little in search of his suitcase in the big room. It had white and red painted walls and roses on the borders. The furniture was held in dark wooden colors.

"Don´t call me that."

"Then what should I call you?"

Kurt whirled around at the unexpected question. Blaine had raised his head now, looking at him in the defiant way he had done once. Apparently his pills did not work against all the voices that Blaine was under pressure of.

"Listen, you pathetic excuse of whatever you are right now, I don´t want to have conversations with you. And you wouldn´t want to have them with me either. Because I can barely suppress my urge to kill you and we wouldn´t want that, would we."

Blaine paled, but didn´t look down."Why are you here? Do you expect me to sit by while you try to kill yourself by escaping?"

"I didn´t have a choice. You are the reason I am here instead of on my honeymoon with my sub. I will find a way to get rid of this collar and when that happens you better hide. Because I will find you before going for Jeff and I will have my revenge."

The sub got silent at that, leaving Kurt with a content smile. He was just about to open the suitcase , when he heard a dull sound. Turning around, he saw Blaine on his knees, looking at him with dominance, while being in such a submissive position. It did things to Kurt he would never admit to feeling. Without realizing it, he took a step forward.

"I am sorry. You will never forgive me, I know that. I just want you to know that I fell in love with you at first sight. You were so gentle and good to your brother and I was so broken and hopeful you would be that way to me too. When I heard you were about to claim another, I felt shattered, but I didn´t complain. I knew that you were too good for someone like me. It was my father who decided to kidnap you, I swear I didn´t beg him. I wanted to see you happy, me by your side or someone else, I didn´t I came to warn you it was too late."Tears ran down Blaine´s cheeks."If I could turn back time, I would. The thing is, I can´t. We are stuck here and I will try to show you that even though I will never be your Jeff, I could substitute. Take me however you like, mold me into your perfect sub, I don´t care. You are precious to me, not even your threats can ruin that. K-Kurt, I will not back down until you like me. Whenever you are ready to accept me, I will be there. And when you do, both of us will start anew."

Then, still crying. Blaine crawled over, opening the suitcase for him. Kurt was completely stunned into silence and he didn't interrupt him, as Blaine smiled at him and crawled out of the room. The declaration had softened him a little and he knew it. He had felt the honesty in Blaine´s words, had known for the first time, that Blaine wasn´t to blame. Not wholly at least. Pride and his love and devotion to Jeff kept him jaded though. He wouldn´t just melt because a pretty boy batted his eyelashes at him and crawled like fucking stripper. His heart tugged a little and he chose to think about being civil with the boy at least. Sooner or later he would be out of here and killing Blaine would stick to his conscious for the remainder of his life. That would be inconvenient. Kurt could do civility, but he would not do nice.

New house, home alone. Damn Kurt as if you could resist :D