Hi everyone! Long time, no story! My computer has been down for so long and I've missed writing and hearing from all of you. This story is a future/AU. Finn lives on in my world (Cory RIP) and becomes the teacher he wanted to be. So, read on and tell me what you think.
Kurt looked around his warehouse slash studio. Everything had been taken care of by him and his employees, and he was ready to leave, to go back home. Unfortunately. Any other time in his life, he would have been happy to go home and see his Dad, Carole, and Finn, who was now teaching at McKinley High. Not this time.
Glancing around, he took in the sight and scent of the fabrics surrounding him, the mannequins with half completed looks, the bolts of silks and cottons neatly tucked away. And on the far wall, his degree from Parsons, the magic ticket that had taken him from an unknown to a designer in demand. He had graduated at the top of his class and at the end of the year fashion show, none other than Tim Gunn had shown up. When Kurt had turned around at the sound of his name, his vision had gone dim for a moment as the tall, sophisticated man began talking to him about his line. Tim had loved it and wanted to back Kurt in the making of a line for New York's annual Fashion Week. Now, three years later, Kurt was in high demand from rich clients, both male and female, who vied to wear the latest Kurt Hummel fashion. It was a dream come true. Now, though, his dream was about to turn into a nightmare. The world had changed in many ways over the years and now Kurt was going to have to buck up and play his part.
The rate of child abandonment and children being put in foster homes had skyrocketed over the years. With the advancement of science, people were now able to genetically change their children early on in pregnancy. They could choose gender, hair and eye color, height and even metabolism. The babies that were born that didn't live up to the parent's specifications were shipped off to foster homes, especially in the case of twins. Some parents only wanted one perfect child, or were disgusted if one twin didn't show the same 'perfection' as the other. Children who came out 'as ordered' were called Chosen when the parents decided to keep them. Children who were abandoned or put into the system were called Scrap. The Swedish had produced the first Chosen and had called the mistakes garbage. In Swedish it, sounded a lot like Scrap and the name stuck. Scrap kids were always easy to spot. Chosen were spoiled and dressed well, clean, and educated. Scraps were the ones out begging for money, dressed in hand-me-downs. You could also tell a Scrap by physical differences. Some may have two different color eyes or an odd shade of hair. The more extreme cases included kids with limbs too long for their body type or any other kind of mutation. It was still the early years of genetic changes, so it was too soon to see what would happen to these kids when they grew up.
This brought about Kurt's problem and involvement. The government had made a law that gay couples could only adopt Scraps, since they couldn't reproduce on their own. That was all well and good in Kurt's eyes as he wouldn't have it any other way. The other part of the law stated that all citizens must be married by twenty five and either produce a Chosen or adopt a Scrap by the age of thirty. Again, this seemed fine on the outset. But Kurt hadn't found a partner yet. Not for lack of trying. As his twenty fifth birthday approached he had been dating frequently, trying to find someone he could spend his life with. Adam, his last long term boyfriend, had been with him for nine months. He was younger than Kurt and couldn't handle the pressure of deciding on marriage and had ran back to England, leaving Kurt only six months to find a husband on his own. The great lawmakers in all their wisdom proclaimed that if a citizen could not find a spouse, they would be assigned one.
Kurt turned twenty five a week ago. Without finding a spouse. Now he was ordered by the government to go back to his hometown to be matched to a suitable mate.
Sighing loudly, Kurt turned off the lights in his studio, grabbed his suitcase and made his way to the sidewalk to hail a cab. On the ride to the airport, he tried to keep his breathing calm. He refused to acknowledge the ice cold dread that sat like a rock in his stomach. Married to a stranger. Visions of Karofsky, Sebastian, and Azimio flashed through his mind. His future husband could be mean, abusive, or just plain cruel. The hope for attraction and affection was so far from his mind that he didn't give it thought anymore. He could only hope for a decent person who wouldn't mind living in New York.
As the plane took off, Kurt prayed to a god he didn't believe in about a future he couldn't picture.
What do you think? Should I continue? It is Klaine endgame… but what they will go through to get there in this new world? Reviews will make the decision on if I continue this story or not. Thanks and much love to you all!