Summary: Noah Puckerman is a prince, Kurt Hummel is his bed slave. It's inappropriate for a slave to fall in love with his master, it's even more so when the master falls back in return.
"Finn!"
Finn Hudson hurried down the hallway of the castle, trying not to run because that was forbidden inside the castle walls, trying to get to the throne room as fast as he could.
His Master was waiting for him.
Finn Hudson was head of the slaves house at Prince Noah Puckerman's castle.
Well, it wasn't exactly normal that a Prince would rule a castle, but ever since his father had "mysteriously disappeared", and Noah's mother couldn't do it on her own so she had asked the help of her 17 year old son to rule the Kingdom.
Besides, once he turned eighteen the next year, he would become King. If he wanted to, and was still capable of doing so, otherwise his uncle would gladly take over from him.
That was something Noah wanted to prevent that from happening at all costs. His uncle was a mean and vile man. There was no way Noah would let that man be Head of the castle, or the Kingdom.
"What took you so long, Hudson?" Prince Noah asked once his right hand slave walked into the throne room.
"I'm sorry, My Prince," Finn panted a little, "I was with the cook to talk about tonight's dinner."
Prince Noah smiled, "You're excused. Listen, there is something I would like to discuss with you. Since you are the Head of my slaves, this is of your concern."
Finn blinked, "My Prince? I think I'm not quite following here."
Noah tried his hardest not to roll his eyes.
"I want to hire a new slave."
"Oh," Finn said, finally catching on, "This is about slaves. Yes, My Prince, what kind of slave would you like? A new housemaid, or perhaps a new gardener?"
Noah shook his head, "My housemaids are fine. I quite adore Quinn, Santana and Brittany. Ken is a great gardener as well. I want a bed slave."
Finn blinked again, "A- a bed slave, sir?"
Noah nodded, "That's what I said, didn't I?"
"But, My Prince-"
"My mother approves, Finn," Noah interrupted, knowing exactly what the other boy was going to say. "She told me I was old enough to decide such things on my own. Now, I need you to find me some slave auctions with the best male bed slaves there are in my Kingdom."
Finn's eyes got comically wide as he stared at the prince.
"A male one, sir?"
Noah actually let out a snort at that, "Yes, Finn, a male one. You know I like some change once in a while, why not bed a boy instead of a girl this time."
Finn knew it wasn't a question but still he didn't know how to reply to it.
"I guess- I guess you're right, sir. I don't know how or where to find such auctions though, sir."
"You could always ask Will. He's fairly familiar with the slave auction halls. Maybe he knows where to find them."
Will Schuester was one of the knights of Prince Noah and the legal guardian of his little sister, Princess Sarah.
His parents were nobles and very respected people in town. Still, prince Noah knew that Will liked to look around at slave auctions.
It might sound weird, but he kind of saw it as Will's hobby. A weird one, yes. But still a hobby.
Noah was against the hard kind of slavery most people put their slaves through, so he treated them all with respect and they did the same with him.
He had lend them one of the big guest houses he had on his property, with all the luxury they dared to accept.
Most of them were happy with very little, they were slaves after all, but his three house maids; especially Quinn and Santana; liked the extra things Noah sometimes surprised them with at their birthdays.
They didn't even know when their birthday was, but Noah did and he wasn't afraid to tell them when he handed them a little gift.
"Yes sir," Finn spoke up again, "I will ask mister Will for information, sir."
"Very well, Finn. You may be excused." Just when Finn was at the door, after giving a little bow, Noah remembered something, "Oh, and Finn."
Finn stopped and turned around again, "Yes my Prince?"
"I want to go to the auction myself. I want to be able to see them with my own eyes before I decide witch one to pick. I don't trust anyone else's opinion in this case."
"Yes, sir. I understand, sir."
"Good. Now off you go. Come inform me when you have some information."
"Sir." Finn made another bow, turned around and left the throne room.
Noah stood up from the throne and walked over to one of the windows, staring outside with a smile on his face.
Hiring a bed slave could get quite interesting...
"Come in," Noah spoke when a knock came on his door. A minute later the door opened to reveal a little flustered looking Finn. "Finn, what's wrong?"
Finn made a bow, then shook his head. "Nothing's wrong, my Prince. I just asked master William about bed slaves and he can be quite... graphic with his explanations."
Noah tried to control his laughter as best as he could. He had forgotten that Will once told him about his bed slave as well, but opposite from Finn, he hadn't once felt flustered but he was intrigued more than anything.
"I can imagine," Noah chuckled, "Now, did he tell you about a good auction hall for bed slaves?"
Finn nodded, "Yes he did, sir." he gave the papers that he had in his hand to the Prince, "Here's the information he gave me. It's an auction hall just out of town."
"Perfect," Noah answered, "That way there's even more chance people won't recognize me."
"I doubt that, sir, but there's a chance, if you disguise really well."
"I'm planning on that. Thank you for the information, Finn. You may be excused."
Finn bowed, "My Prince," and left the throne room again through the door he came from.
Noah looked down at the papers in his hand and started to study them thoroughly.
He needed as much information as he could get about the auction hall, the slaves and the people who worked there.
He wanted to get a real good slave and the only way to achieve that was by getting information, then going there himself to inspect them.
And that was exactly what he was going to do.
"Are you ready, my Prince?"
Sir William was standing in the doorway of prince Noah's bedroom, watching how the boy pulled an old hoodie of him over his head.
"How do I look?" Noah asked when he pulled the cape of the hoodie over his head. It was a little too big, which was perfect, because that way it also hid his face a little.
"Perfect, Prince. You look very...un-Prince like."
Noah smirked at that, "That's exactly what I was going for. Now, is my transport here?"
"Yes, Prince. Mike is driving you out tonight in the servants car so attention won't be drawn to you that much."
"Excellent. Let's go then, Will. Lead the way."
"Certainly, my Prince." Will made a little bow, put on a jacket and a cape over his head to make him unrecognizable as well, then led the way through the castle and to the front gate where Mike was waiting for them.
Mike greeted the prince and held the backdoor of the car open to let him slide inside, then waited for Will to get into the passenger seat, then taking his own seat at the driver's wheel.
Will gave Mike instructions while he drove them to their destination. When they arrived, Mike let Will and prince Noah, without any help this time, get out of the car in front of the auction hall before driving off to find a parking spot.
Will led Noah into the big building and looked around, trying to find the acquintance he made here. Someone he thought could lead them to the slaves, but he didn't trust the person enough to tell them who he or Noah really were.
Besides, they were undercover. Hopefully undercover enough.
"William," a woman's voice came up from behind him and he turned around to see Shannon Beiste, the acquintance he had made, walking up to them.
"Miss Beiste," Will greeted her politely, "I hope we're not too early."
Miss Beiste shook her head, "No, you're right on time. So, you want to get straight to the bed slaves or do you want to have a look at the others as well?"
Will looked over at Noah, who finally opened his mouth to speak.
"I would like to go straight to the bed slaves, if that's not a problem with you, miss, um, Beiste was it?"
The woman smiled and nodded, "That's correct. Now, if you would follow me, I'll lead you to the bed slaves."
Noah and Will both followed the lady through a hallway with doors, looking through the small windows, Noah could see the slaves sitting down on the ground in very small rooms.
His stomach twisted a little and he couldn't help but to feel sorry for them.
He hadn't been in slave auctions before, especially not 'behind the scenes' as they would call it in showbizz.
Finally, after a long tiring walk, they came to the room with the bed slaves.
Miss Beiste talked to the soldier in front of the door, who nodded and opened the door to let them pass through.
As soon as the slaves saw the three people enter, they stood up and started making flirty gestures like batting their eyelashes and puckering their lips at the two men walking behind miss Beiste.
They knew miss Beiste, and they figured those two men behind her were possible buyers, so they had to look their best. Their most sluttiest.
Noah looked around with little interest. Seriously, there was no guy he really was attracted to.
Really? Attracted? Could he even be attracted to a guy anyway?
Well maybe, because why did he want a male bed slave in the first place?
Hmm, that was a thing to think about, later.
He was about to give up as miss Beiste kept on giving him names and a little background story of all the slaves they passed and he still didn't find himself interested, until he saw something...
He saw him. The brown haired boy, huddled in the corner of the room with his knees drawn up to his chest, staring at the ground.
Noah stopped walking, making Will and miss Beiste stop as well.
"What about him?" Noah asked, pointing to the boy in the corner.
Miss Beiste let out a sigh, "That is Kurt Hummel. It's his first time on the slave market. His father died not too long ago and his mother passed away when he was 7. Nobody else of the family wanted anything to do with him so he really had no place to go. We literally picked him up from the streets." she shook her head a little, "He's a sweet kid. I knew him before his father died and he really doesn't deserve to be treated like shit, because they treat him like that here. I hope that, whoever buys him, will treat him, at least a little, kindly. That kid deserves the best."
Noah was still staring at the boy, but still listening and taking everything in that miss Beiste was telling him.
When he thought he saw a tear roll down the small boy's cheek, Noah made up his mind right there and then.
"I'll buy him."