The Residance of one Blaine W. Anderson

Blaine had to admit it. He was a bit nervous. He wasn’t exactly used to meeting new people, particularly people that he owned. But if Kurt wasn’t going to cooperate, Blaine was just going to have to take matters into his own hands. Blaine made his way up the stairs, trailing his hand along the railing like usual. Calming his nerves and his thoughts.

As he reached his suite Blaine took a breath, pausing for a moment to collect and compose himself. He brushed his fingers against the cool doorknob before twisting it slightly and opening the door, slipping inside and flipping on the lights. He immediately saw Kurt, still bound, on his bed. Blaine began, a bit to quickly, to make his way to where Kurt sat.

He paused a safe three feet from the bed, fiddling with his thumb a bit. He looked down at Kurt and offered a small smile, hoping that the other boy would warm up to him. 

“Hi. We… Haven’t officially met. My name’s Blaine.” 

(Ooc: Kind of short, but because you have to leave I was trying to be quick!)