Aren't you guys lucky? Two chapters in one day. I couldn't resist because I added the finishing touches to this chapter and I just love, love, love it so much. It's so sweet, if I do say so myself, and I hope you guys think it fits with what has happened so far. Enjoy xx

Blaine had no idea how much time had passed or even where in America, or the world for that matter, he was when the drugs finally wore off and he woke up. They were driving through an unfamiliar town and he sat up, clutching the blanket close around him since he hadn't been given any clothes to wear. He desperately wanted to ask where they were and who he was being taken to but knew better than to speak out of turn.

Carmichael noticed him sitting up and glanced back at him with a smile.

"We'll be at your new home in an hour. That'll give you time to shake off the drugs so you can be properly conscious when your Master claims you," Carmichael explained.

Blaine cringed and felt panic starting to set in. He hadn't felt it properly since the Punishment Training but now he did. He didn't know where he was or who had the legal rights to him. Whose bed would be sleeping in that night? Or would he even get to sleep in a bed?

He spent the hour moving his body gently, shaking off the last effects of the sedative and letting his head clear. He was really hungry and really thirsty but didn't ask for anything. In fact he didn't make a single noise for the rest of the trip. Not even when they passed into a new town. He missed the sign so he still didn't know where he was.

The GPS blurted out directions and they pulled up in front of a beautiful, white, two-storey home with a generous garden out the front. Blaine looked up in curiosity. This was his new home. It looked nice. Comfortable.

But then again, that didn't mean he'd be comfortable.

"Come on you, leave the blanket," Carmichael ordered and Blaine got out of the car, blushing when he had to walk through the garden naked, collared and led by a chain. "I called ahead to let them know I was dropping by but you're a surprise so be on your best behaviour."

Blaine nodded in understanding, staring at his feet as Carmichael rang the doorbell and waited.

"Coming!" a voice shouted. It sounded feminine yet when the door open Blaine glimpsed a teenage boy and his head came up despite his training to keep it down. He stared for a few minutes until the boy's eyes met his, wide and Blaine dropped his head, embarrassed by his lack of proper behaviour.

But he couldn't help it. Had he met this boy normally, had he laid eyes on him when he was still free he would have asked for his number, or asked him on a date, gotten to know him somehow. Maybe even done something super embarrassing like serenade him in public to get his attention. Of course... he looked to be older than Blaine so that would probably never have worked.

He was taller than Blaine with beautiful pale skin that looked so, so soft. His hair was immaculate and his clothes fashionable so Blaine was sure he was gay. And his eyes... they'd only met his for a moment but they were so beautiful, a strange mass of different colours that blended together into a stunning image.

"Um... what's going on?" the boy asked in that melodic voice.

"May I come in?" Carmichael asked. "I brought a present."

"A... present?" Blaine felt the boy's eyes on him and he shuffled uncomfortably.

"For you. This is your new breeder slave."

Blaine's eyes went wide and he froze, but didn't look up. This boy was to be his Master?

Kurt stood behind his father's armchair as Carmichael explained Blaine's statistics as though either of them cared. He had paid one and a half million dollars for a sex slave to give to Kurt and he was... basically, he was pissed. He was against slavery and especially this kind of slavery that took young boys from their families and turned them into sex slaves and breeding tools.

It was disgusting.

This boy seemed a little younger than Kurt, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old, and Carmichael expected him to just use him for sex? And get him pregnant?

The thought made Kurt's stomach turn.

He obviously wanted this to be some kind of peace offering and get in his father's good books. But it was a hell of a strange way to do it.

"Carmichael, Kurt doesn't want a sex slave," Burt growled. "None of us do!"

His loud voice made the poor boy flinch and shrink down slightly where he was kneeling, naked beside the couch where Carmichael was sitting. Kurt was trying not to look but one of the first things he'd noticed was how defined the younger boy's body was. He was, in all honesty, smoking hot but the sight of him, terrified and shivering had Kurt's stomach turning. He looked so vulnerable with his curly hair and those gold and green eyes had been so sad when Kurt caught them staring at him.

"I think that's for Kurt to decide," Carmichael mused. "He hasn't said anything yet and his eyes have been on the boy this whole time. Maybe Kurt should make up his own mind."

Burt slammed his fist down and the slave flinched again, more frightened then before. Kurt rested a hand on his father's shoulder, silently reminding him of his heart.

"Father-"

"No, Kurt! Look at that poor boy! You!" Burt started speaking darkly to Carmichael while Kurt followed his father's advice. He examined the boy sadly. He looked miserable, collared and chained wearing nothing at all. He also looked like he might pass out, his eyes downcast and chest heaving quickly as he fought back hyperventilation. Kurt felt a surge of protectiveness.

If he didn't accept this boy then he'd be given to somebody else who would use him mercilessly. He just couldn't let that happen.

"I love him," Kurt said, interrupting his father's spiel. Burt and Carmichael both looked at him with different expressions, his father shocked and the lawyer smug. "He's just perfect. Of course I'll accept him, thank you so much."

"Kurt, what the hell?" Burt demanded.

"Father, it would be terribly rude not to accept such a generous gift," Kurt snapped, giving his father a serious look, hoping he'd catch on. Burt stared at him blankly so Kurt rolled his eyes and stepped forward to accept the end of the slave's chain from Carmichael.

"I knew you'd appreciate him," the man said with a smirk down at Blaine.

Kurt bit back the urge to slap the man. "Of course I do. Such gorgeous curls and a pretty face. I'll just take him up to my room if you don't mind."

"First, you'll just need to sign these so the traders know you have ownership," Carmichael said, passing Kurt some papers. He knelt and placed them on the coffee table to sign before handing them back to Carmichael. "Thank you very much."

"No, thank you. Father, call me if you need me."

Kurt tugged the chain as gently as he could while still making it look like he was being demanding. The slave was shaking now, rising off his knees and following Kurt at a shuffle. Kurt averted his eyes from the boy's body and vowed to find something that fit him immediately. He led him up the stairs and into his room, dropping his chain and locking the door.

When he turned back around he froze in shock to see the slave kneeling again, his head bowed respectfully.

"What are you doing?" Kurt wondered.

"Whatever you want me to, Master."

"Get up, please, sit down on the bed, just give me a moment."

He obeyed and Kurt chewed his lip in distress. This boy thought he was going to do... things to him. It was horrible to think of what he'd been through to get to the point where he was just willingly going to let them happen.

Kurt went to his wardrobe and hunted out a pair of sweatpants, some boxers and a t-shirt. He went over to the boy and knelt in front of him, surprising him. His gold eyes widened and he looked at Kurt in shock.

"Master-"

"Please, don't call me that," Kurt requested. "My name is Kurt. What's yours?"

"I... Blaine, sir."

"Not sir, either. I'm not your superior in any way, Blaine," Kurt murmured. "Here, put these on. You're safe now, I promise."

Blaine blinked in surprise. "I... I'm afraid I don't understand. You said-"

"I said all that so he'd think I was bringing you up here to fuck you senseless," Kurt said and Blaine flinched. "Sorry but that's what he expects. It's what he bought you for after all. But I accepted you because I couldn't stand the thought of him selling you to somebody else who would use you and be cruel to you. No human being deserves that and especially not just because they're a boy who can become pregnant. It's inhumane. Now let me take this off and then you get dressed, okay?"

Blaine eyed him warily as Kurt slowly unlatched his collar and took it off, dropping it on the floor. He understood Blaine's trepidation and knew that it would take time for trust to be built. Blaine dressed in Kurt's clothes, his shaking easing but his muscles still tense.

"Hey, it's alright, you can trust me," Kurt assured him. "I'll prove that to you. Now, get under the covers and get some sleep. I'll get you lunch when you wake up. You are safe here, Blaine, you'll see."

He hesitated so Kurt reached around him and pulled down the covers of his bed invitingly. After a few more moments Blaine slid underneath and rested his head on the pillows, still watching Kurt.

"Do you want me to leave?" Kurt asked him as he tenderly tucked the covers around his body. Blaine shook his head. "I'll just sit over there then and do some homework. You rest. Let me know if you need anything."

Blaine nodded and shut his eyes.

He was just starting to doze, the tension finally leaving his body when he accepted that his new Mast- Kurt, was not going suddenly rape him when he let his guard down. Maybe he was telling the truth. However he was woken from his sleep when there was a hammering at the bedroom door and he sat bolt upright, clutching the covers in fright.

"Whoa, hey, it's alright," Kurt murmured as he went over to the door and opened it. "What? He was just falling asleep, Dad!"

Dad? Blaine had only heard Kurt called Congressman Hummel 'Father' earlier. Maybe it was another front for the buyer.

Burt blinked and Blaine cowered under his gaze as he looked at Blaine curled in fright in the bed.

"Oh... you really scared me kiddo," Burt sighed.

"Honestly, do you really think I would want a sex slave? Jeez, Dad, I thought you knew me." Kurt rolled his eyes and moved over to sit on the edge of his bed and Blaine moved towards him before he realised what he doing and froze.

Why did Kurt already feel like such a safe place?

"Hey."

Blaine looked up at the soft voice and once again met those beautiful, strangely-coloured eyes. There was a name for that swirling mass of blues, greens, greys and slight yellow wasn't there? He had to figure it out before it drove him insane getting lost in them every day.

"Blaine, this is my father, Burt," Kurt said and Blaine glanced at Congressman Hummel. "You don't need to be afraid of him either. We're going to look after you now. Legally, yes, you "belong" to me but you're just going to be a part of our family now, alright?"

Burt was watching them with soft eyes.

"Your name is Blaine?" he asked.

Blaine nodded. "Yes, sir."

"None of that, call me Burt. Alright... Kurt, come help me drag that old bed into the spare room and we'll set it up properly for Blaine," Burt decided. "Sorry I woke you, bud, you can try and get more sleep now, okay?"

Blaine's eyes widened and he surprised himself by grabbing Kurt's hand as he went to get up. Kurt looked down at his grip in surprise.

"Don't leave," Blaine whispered. "Please."

Kurt looked at his pleading gaze and then up at his father who smiled.

"I guess I can wait until Finn gets home and he can help me move it," he mused. Kurt smiled gratefully and his father left, shutting the door with a soft click.

"Are you feeling alright?" Kurt wondered. "You know you don't need to be scared anymore, right?"

"I'm... nervous," Blaine admitted shyly. "I don't want to be alone. I don't want to wake up alone when I dream about... him."

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Him?"

"My Trainer," Blaine whispered quietly.

Kurt's eyes flared dangerously and Blaine recoiled. The taller boy noticed and moved a little closer.

"Hey, shh, sorry," he whispered, reaching out slowly and gently taking one of Blaine's curls in his fingers, stroking it. "I just... I hate that they're actually allowed to do that kind of thing."

"You know about... Training?"

Kurt nodded slowly. "My dad's working to build up his reputation and popularity so he can do something about it. You're more incentive for him to do that. I hate the thought of more people like you, so frightened and alone."

Blaine swallowed thickly, his eyes burning with tears.

These people were something else. Why couldn't they have been his family? They would never have sold him just to get some money.

"Thank you."

"Do not even mention it, sweetheart."

Blaine shifted across slightly and laid down, looking up at Kurt who stroked his hair again.

"I'll let you sleep," he said. Blaine nodded shutting his eyes contently as Kurt continued to run his fingers gently through his curls as he drifted off to sleep, for once not dreaming about Sebastian and his evil eyes and wicked smile.

Kurt was quietly going over his essay to hand in on Monday morning when he heard the front door crash open and footsteps stomping into the house. He looked over at Blaine curled under his covers and he only twitched and mumbled slightly before settling again.

Kurt could hear more than one voice and realised Finn had brought people home.

Sure enough the next moment "KURT!" was shouted loudly in Rachel Berry's annoying voice and he quickly dashed across his room, praying nobody would wake Blaine and left as quietly as he could and tip-toed down the stairs.

"Guys!" He called over them as he was halfway down. "Can you keep the noise level down? Please?"

"Why?" Finn asked. "Burt and Mum are at work."

"I um..." Kurt chewed his lip and beckoned to his brother. He noted that almost all of the New Directions were gathered in his living room. "Guys, please, keep it quiet for the time being. Finn, come here, please."

It wasn't that Kurt didn't want to tell his friends about Blaine but he was just concerned that they'd start fussing over him and scare him. He was also worried that they might misunderstand at first and think he'd actually taken Blaine to be his slave.

"What's wrong, dude?" Finn asked.

"I need to tell you something but you can't tell the others, not yet," Kurt explained. "Can you keep it a secret for me? It's really important, Finn."

"Sure, whatever you need, bro."

Kurt led Finn up to his room and pressed his finger to his lips before opening the door a crack and peering in. Finn was staring at him, utterly confused. Kurt groaned when there was a loud roar of laughter from downstairs and Blaine jumped awake, looking around in fright, panic written all over his face. Kurt, forgetting about Finn, rushed in and knelt beside the bed.

"Hey, hey, calm down," he pleaded. "Shh. It's okay. You're safe. Nothing's happening."

Blaine met his eyes with his own wide, frightened gaze.

"Take a deep breath, sweetie," Kurt urged, gently touching his hand, ready to pull away if Blaine flinched. He did, so Kurt withdrew the touch but Blaine still managed several deep breaths. "There, better?"

Blaine nodded. "What's going on?" he whispered.

"It's just my friends. I'm so sorry. I didn't know they were coming over. There are sort of a lot of them and they don't understand what 'keep quiet' means." Kurt smiled tentatively and Blaine returned it.

"Dude..."

Blaine jumped in fright at the new voice and shrank down in the bed, shifting closer to Kurt. Kurt looked at him worriedly. They needed to get him a counsellor so that he could be around people, men in particular, without freaking out.

Finn looked at Kurt questioningly.

"Shut the door," Kurt requested. "Blaine this is my step brother, Finn. He's completely harmless except to people who mistreat his friends and family. Finn, this is Blaine. He's um... well, he sort of belongs to me now." Blaine pulled a face and Kurt smiled. "Sorry, I didn't know how else to explain it."

"What do you mean... oh... he's one of those carrier dudes?" Finn asked and Blaine flinched at the blunt question. Kurt made a soothing sound and nodded at his brother. "I thought you were totally against slaves. Why's he here?"

Finn moved closer and studied Blaine with a sad expression.

"He was bought as a gift for me. You remember Carmichael?"

"I hate that guy."

"Me too. He's the one who bought Blaine. I only accepted because I knew he'd be sent somewhere else if I didn't. I couldn't stand the thought of him being used like that." Kurt's eyes were on Blaine as he spoke and he saw a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. He was relaxing a little.

"So that's why you wanted us to be quiet?"

"He was sleeping." Kurt stood up. "You can go back to sleep, Blaine. I'm not going to tell the others about you yet and if I do tell them it'll be at school so they can't come and pester you."

Blaine raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean they're a bunch of softies and overprotective idiots and would fuss all over you."

"You mean more than you already do?" Blaine asked, smiling slightly. Kurt was taken aback at his bold decision to tease him and smiled back.

"No, but there are a lot more of them than there are of me so... it'd be worse." Kurt smiled at him. "Do you want anything? You've been asleep for a while. Are you hungry?"

Blaine thought about for a moment and nodded.

"We ordered pizza," Finn offered. "It should be here soon. Do you like pizza, dude?"

"I love pizza," Blaine explained.

"We'll bring you some then. Do you want anything in particular to drink?" Kurt added.

"Anything but water. I want something with taste since all they gave us at the training centre was water." Blaine looked down as he had before mentioning the training but Kurt didn't say anything and stepped on Finn's toes when he opened his mouth to comment.

"Okay. I'll be back up soon. My bathroom is through that door if you need to use it and the remote for the TV is in my bedside table, feel free to watch something," Kurt said, ushering Finn out of the room but glancing back once more to catch the end of Blaine's grateful smile as he wiped his eyes. It was the first proper smile Kurt had seen on him. There was still a haunted look in his eyes but the smile was genuine, his eyes sparkling a little complete with dimples.

Kurt's heart ached a little. He decided then that he would do anything to make Blaine smile like that every single day.

"Where did you two disappear to?" Mercedes asked as they joined them in the lounge room.

"My Dad needed Finn and I to do some stuff for him so I was just explaining it to Finn," Kurt explained. "I don't mind if the noise level goes up now but try not to make too much noise, please."

"Why? What's so important about keeping quiet?" Puck wondered.

"Are we playing hide and seek because it's important to keep quiet during hide and seek," Brittany said excitedly and Kurt smiled at her.

It was then that the pizza arrived and Kurt snagged a slice of cheese, a slice of vegetarian and a slice of Hawaiian because he wasn't sure what Blaine liked, poured a drink of coke and wandered upstairs discreetly while everyone was digging into the food.

Blaine was sitting Indian style on Kurt's bed, watching a day-time soap with a bemused smile on his face.

"It's only been two months," Blaine said when Kurt came into the room. "But I really missed TV."

Kurt smiled and set the plate of pizza down on the bed, sitting the coke on the bedside table so it wouldn't spill.

"I wasn't sure what kind of pizza you eat..."

Blaine looked at the three slices. "I eat all three of these kinds so it's okay. I eat anything but anchovies and salami on my pizza."

"Noted."

"Thank you, Kurt." Blaine looked up at him with a sad smile. "I dread to think what would have happened to me if you hadn't decided to keep me. So, thank you, so much. If there's anything-"

"Stop right there," Kurt said, fighting back a grin. "You don't owe me anything."

"But I-"

"Stop. Do you really think you're not worth saving? I mean you actually though I wanted to..." Kurt shuddered a little. Blaine was staring away from him now and Kurt frowned. "Do you actually believe you're not worth it?"

"I'm not worth anything," Blaine said softly. "The only thing I'm good for is being fucked and having babies."

Kurt's eyes filled with tears at his words and worse, his tone. He really believed what he said.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt sighed. "You're not. You're a person. You're worth so much more."

He made a disbelieving sound and picked a piece of pineapple off his pizza and ate it. He ignored Kurt so the older boy left, shutting the door and leaning on it, covering his mouth as he made a tiny distressed sound.

"Kurt? Are you alright?"

Kurt jumped and looked at Quinn who was watching him with a frown. Kurt straightened up and forced a smile.

"Sure, I'm fine," he told her.

"Okay, you looked upset, is all."

"I'm fine. Let's go downstairs. I kind of want to see this dance off between Brittany and Mike." Kurt took Quinn's arm and led her away from his room, glancing back sadly and hoping he could do something to remind Blaine how important he was, how beautiful and precious he was.

He, his father and Carole had a lot to discuss that night.