So this is my, I suppose ultimate glee pairing that you can't really find anywhere but this is also a slavefic (if you hadn't noticed) so if you're not into that kind of thing feel free not to read or read it if you want but just don't bag it out. GLEE IS NOT MINE!
So I've updated, after a while (I'm SOOOOO sorry guys!) This chapter is done, and I'm going to try and do a new chapter each week!
Blaine gasped heavily as he was woken with a drenching of ice cold water that was not-so-elegantly poured over him.
"GET UP, you piece of shit!" The man bellowed, kicking Blaine in the side in an attempt to elicit further movement from him. "I told you that you had to be up at five, you little whore!"
Blaine attempted to lift his battered body upwards, earning him a slap to the left cheek for minute delay in his reaction time. Blaine always wondered why he had to live through all this. He didn't think that he deserved it. But he supposed his life was essentially worthless anyway so what was the point worrying about how he got there?
He eventually managed to strain his body into an upright position, hoping that his legs wouldn't give way under him. It had been a hard night! Blaine reached forward grabbing at thin air in a hope that he would find something to lean on to steady himself, however there was nothing to be found, and the man, had already left the small dark and now wet room to potentially prepare more vile punishments for him for the day. So Blaine found himself tumbling forward to land on something semi-soft but cold. Another person!
The person shifted underneath him. In the semi darkness Blaine could just make out blonde or pale hair on a thin yet lanky frame. The figure rolled over to face him his face illuminated by a sliver of light from the small crack in the corner of the door.
"Sam" Blaine exclaimed…
It was a normal day at McKinley High, well normal for some. Blaine Anderson was a slave. Not in the callous slave "he's slaving away" kind of thing, but a real owned piece of property with the certificate of ownership and the collar to prove it. No one at McKinley knew, they couldn't it would make life difficult, well more difficult than it already was. You see, it wasn't because he'd receive pity, from fellow classmates for his sad life. No quite the opposite. He presented an image of disgust in their eyes, a vile soul not worthy to be breathing the same air, let alone educated in the same system. But that was irrelevant because no one knew.
He had friends. In fact it was his friends that he was sitting with now. It was almost the end of 4thperiod, which meant only one thing…LUNCH. Blaine moved out of class. The bell jarring him out of his seat and his train of thought. He walked towards the cafeteria only barely absorbed into the conversation of his nearby associates catching every few words.
Blaine was worried. He was scared that in Gym that morning, Finn had seen his collar beneath his scarf as he got changed. It had been in the centre of his mind since then. Did he notice? What if he did? Should I confront him? And other questions circled mercilessly through Blaine's mind threatening to erupt and cause his downfall at any moment. Blaine was pulled from his train of thought by the loud questioning voice of Kurt who said
"Blaine, do you know what bugs me, slave's inability to perform their jobs effectively! My slave Karofsky is a pathetic brute who can barely carry a plate of food from the bench to the dinner table! Lack of effective training has left them useless and obsolete! We should be harsher with our slaves, show them the place that they belong!" Kurt huffed as he concluded his harsh rant. Blaine thought he saw a brief flash of sympathy/pain across the face of Ken aka Sam Evans, but it was only for a moment and Blaine was sure he had imagined it.
"Blaine what do you think?" Kurt demanded.
"Uhh…I don't really know many slaves I don't have an opinion?" Blaine muttered quickly in an attempt to appease the fuming Kurt while also contemplating the potentially volatile situation of the knowledge pertaining to his status in society.
"humf!" Kurt replied, taking his lunch and sitting down in the cafeteria with the rest of Glee club. Blaine hoped that this topic of conversation wouldn't come up again soon because he didn't want to have to think of an opinion that would satisfy Kurt of something that he was so obviously opposed to.
He thought back to the look that Sam gave when he heard Kurt's little tirade, it seemed rather sullen, which was odd because in the upper middle classed area of Ohio everyone had slaves and grew up with slaves and no-one thought differently. But Sam had obviously thought differently and Blaine wanted to know why.
Blain heard laughter and was drawn back into the conversation of his "friends" about the revolting slop that was considered digestible.
"Blaine…?" Sam rasped his vocal chords clearly damaged, probably from screaming too much.
"Sam, What happened..? What why are you here, how are you…?" Blaine DEFINATLEY hadn't expected to see Sam again, especially not in this situation.
"I would say the same to you"
"That doesn't exactly answer my question" Blaine gave Sam a slight smirk, hoping to lighten the obviously pitch mood.
"I'm a slave. Isn't that much obvious!" Sam rasped out his vocal chords painfully dry.
"Sam, I knew that! What do you think I'm doing here?" Blaine exasperated.
A loud banging was heard against the door, and both boys' heads turned towards it.
"SHIT" Blaine hissed, "He's coming back!"
"Blaine, what's he like? I've never been sold before. I mean the trip here was bad enough, I don't know how to deal with a new owner, I grew up with the last, I just," Sam faltered, fear evident in his voice, "Blaine, I'm scared!"
Blaine took Sam's face in his hand in an attempt at reassuring him, "Sam, the first is the hardest, after then you'll survive, if you make it through the first, I can help you, just get through! Focus on Glee, on your friends, on your good memories, think about Quinn!"
The door slammed open and two large, muscled tattooed men grabbed Sam and Blaine and wrenched them from the room. They dragged them down the hallway, thrusting Blaine into the first room and shutting the door. They continued draggin Sam down the grungy hallway, opening the door at the end pushing Sam to his knees at the foot a large grungy double bed…