A/N: This is or an old kink meme prompt that had a few specifics. I might have gotten a little lazy in explaining them so I'll include some of the prompt in a note at the end of this chapter that explains some of the details I probably skim over. But if that doesn't help clarify anything then let me know.

Chapter 1 - Problems

Kurt was sure to close the front door quietly as he hurriedly followed Finn into the house. They'd slammed the door a few too many times and Kurt's dad was really starting to get annoyed by it. Finn let out a sigh of relief, knowing that those men couldn't get into the house without pissing off Burt. He was about to walk up the stairs to collapse in his room when Kurt stopped him with a hand on his arm.

Finn was about to snap out a sharp "What?" when he heard it, the murmuring in the kitchen. Nodding in understanding Finn followed his brother to the door and they shamelessly listened in.

"We've done everything we can do, Carole," said Burt. "It's out of our hands."

"But one of them could be taken away. I won't let that happen. I love them too much." Carole sounded close to tears.

"You don't know that. We're both here for them. The government has no reason to take either of them away."

"They're both breeders, Burt. If neither one of them gets claimed soon," she gasped, choking on a sob. "People are starting to say that all breeders should be in government care, whether or not they have two parents. I'm not loosing my son this way. Our sons."

"Then we can only hope that one of them will be claimed. Both if we're all lucky. Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to them. Not while they live under my roof."

Finn couldn't listen to anymore and rushed up the stairs to his room. It had been hard since their designation, but luckily no one was really able to try anything at school. It was mostly the trips to and from that were terrible. But Finn had no idea it seemed to be getting so bad.

He was staring at the ceiling, just trying to think when Kurt came in, paler than usual.

"Dad's going to run for congress," Kurt murmured. "He said he wants to get laws passed."

Finn sat up and stared, "You talked to him?"

Shaking his head, Kurt sat on the end of the bed. "I just listened longer. I'm worried about him, Finn. I'm not sure his heart can take this. I mean, he went into a coma after he found out my designation. What would happen if I actually got taken away?"

"Kurt, you know his heart attack was completely unrelated to you," Finn tried to comfort his brother, but it didn't work.

"Not directly, but I'm a breeder, Finn. That causes him stress and stress is bad for his heart. I just want to be able to do something to take all of this away from him."

Finn sighed and shrugged. "I don't know Kurt."

"What if he wins the congress election?" Kurt seemed to perk up a bit. "You think he'll be able to get laws passed to protect us?"

"Of course Burt can get laws passed. He's freakin' awesome. But it's still the government. It could take years before anything goes through."

"He said it was out of their hands. What do you think he meant?"

Again Finn shrugged, dropping back on the bed and sighing. "I think it means we need to find a Dom to claim us. At least one of us. Maybe with only one breeder in the house, we'll have a better chance of staying together."

"Yeah… maybe." Kurt just sighed, leaving to go to his own room.

That Thursday, Finn was so distracted because he still couldn't think of anything to do that he didn't notice he was alone in the weight room. Usually he stayed through his free period, only going out into the busier hall when it got too quiet. Today however, he just didn't notice.

At least, not until he was being dragged to a wall and found himself face to face with Strando.

"Damn boy, I thought you'd never be alone," Strando was saying. "I've been tryin' to tap that for months."

Finn swallowed, trying to struggle, but was a little torn. If they were in a public area, he probably wouldn't have much help, this kind of thing being allowed all the time. But this was the school. Students weren't supposed to use breeders during school hours, but that rule was often ignored if a breeder was by himself.

Just like Finn was now. He was so caught up in whether or not he should try and fight that he lost his best chance to get away and suddenly found himself pushed against the wall, gym shorts around his ankles.

"You're quieter than I expected," Strando said, and Finn could hear the zipper as the boy opened his own pants. "I wouldn't have minded a bit of whining, but at least this way we're less likely to be caught."

Finn tried to push off the wall and hoped the momentum would get Strando off of him. Unfortunately Strando was using all of his weight to keep Finn in place. "Dude, just get off me," he grunted, starting to struggle a bit more.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Strando gave an extra hard shove, shocking Finn into another momentary submission. "I don't think breeders are allowed to give orders."

Finn closed his eyes, trying to figure out what to do, when he felt cool air hit his ass, and he knew it was too late. There was a rough slap against his skin, and he just barely managed to bite back a yell, knowing Strando would like it more. Just as Finn was resigning himself to being used, hearing the crude sound of a loogie being spat into a hand, the weight was gone.

It took him a moment to react, but as soon as Finn realized he was free he was straightening his boxers and pulling up his gym shorts. But he kept his back to the others, really not wanting to deal with people right then.

"Man, you could get suspended for using a breeder on school property," came a familiar voice.

"Dude, nobody was around to see," Strando defended.

"I heard Sylvester was headed this way. Just get out of here, I'll cover for ya."

"Fine, but don't even think about samplin' the goods. I saw him first."

"Yeah, whatever. Get goin'."

Finn didn't relax until he heard Strando turn the corner. Even then, he didn't turn around, a little afraid of what might happen next and just wanting to be left alone. However, when a heavy hand fell on his shoulder he jumped, spinning around.

"Karofsky?"

Said boy was stepping back, hands up in an all-clear gesture. "Yeah man, you okay? He didn't do anything?"

Finn blushed, wondering if Dave knew just how close he had been to being used. "Um, he didn't do anything. You managed to pull him off before any of… that."

Dave nodded, and glanced around. It was a little awkward because, since Finn had been designated, only his glee club friends were talking to him. Despite his quarterback status, which he would get to keep through graduation, all of the jocks who had been designated with the black bracelet of a Dom stopped talking to Finn. And now Finn wondered if Dave had stopped not because of Finn's red bracelet, but because he just wanted to fit in.

"Is Sylvester really coming?" Finn asked, curious about Dave glancing over his shoulder.

Dave gave a small grin, "Nope. Just didn't know any other way to get rid of him." He finally calmed down a bit, relaxing completely and smiling openly at Finn. "You never deleted my number from your phone, did you?"

"No," Finn answered slowly, not sure why it mattered.

"Good. You can call me whenever you need me, okay? You're still my friend. I'm not abandoning you just because of a little bracelet."

Finn smiled weakly, and nodded. "It's because the bracelet's red, not that it exists."

"Yeah, well, I don't care what people around here think of me. Unfortunately, the rest of the world does, and I don't have the social status to pull off the screw-your-opinion vibe." Dave looked like he was about to say something else when a junior walked in, he had a green bracelet, but Dave sighed anyways, subs tended to brown nose when it came to jocks with black bracelets. "Remember what I told you," he said, backing towards the door, "Any time."

It was an innocent enough offer, and Finn didn't think much of it, deciding to keep it at the back of his mind as a security blanket. But it was only two days before Finn had to make a call.

A/N: In a world where everyone is designated as a Dom or sub on their sixteenth birthday, there's also male subs who can get pregnant, breeders. A Dom wears a black bracelet, a sub wears a green one, and a breeder wears a bright red bracelet. No male Doms can get pregnant, you're automatically a sub even if your test says Dom. Breeders have almost no rights. They're seen more as breeding tools than subs and a Dom doesn't have to enter a claim with one to have sex with him so anyone with a red bracelets is always terrified if not in a claim. The only way to protect a red bracelet is by claiming them and giving them a blue 'claimed' bracelet to join their red one.