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The that night consisted of Blaine glaring at his mother and father, Kurt kneeling beside Blaine's chair, Quinn staring at the wall and quietly giggling, and Sebastian Smythe charming the pants off of Mr. and Mrs. Anderson.
"So then I told him that I wasn't gonna sell her for under than 10,000. I mean she was pregnant! Two slaves in one!" Sebastian gloated. Kurt flinched against Blaine's leg when Sebastian said pregnant and Blaine ran his fingers through his hair.
"Hell yeah! Damn Sebastian, how much do you even make in a year?" Michael exclaimed. Blaine could clearly tell that he was slowly replacing him with Sebastian, but Blaine didn't care. Not like the piece-of-shit was ever a real dad to him anyway.
Sebastian went on and on and on until everyone was done with their dinner. Quinn rolled her eyes at Sebastian's cockiness and how intrigued Michael was by him. She looked around the table and felt someone's eyes on her. Rachel was standing in the corner looking down as a proper slave should when she looked up to her, but she knew it was her. Ever since they got together Rachel wouldn't leave her alone. Sure she was a nice lay, but she wasn't someone she was looking to have a relationship with. I mean look at Blaine and that gay-face slave! Maria and Michael could clearly tell that they were fucking. Hell, Sebastian could even tell. It's not like Blaine was hiding it very well, always looking at him and touching him like it was the usual.
Michael Anderson started yelling at Rachel to clean up their plates and get them their desert.
"Hey! You little jew! Take our plates!" Michael slammed on the table and then he and Sebastian started up their conversation. Blaine looked to her in apology and she shook her head to accept. Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's leg and got up to help her clear the table. He felt Sebastian's eyes on his body and he tried hard to ignore it. He knew that he was Blaine's and only Blaine's. It just scared him that a big time slave trader was in their house. With all his friends, even him. He didn't want to lose Blaine. After just a few days together, Kurt could feel that he was already getting attached to curly hair, gold eyes, and triangle eyebrows. He couldn't leave him now.
Rachel and Kurt walked out of the dining room with a plate of dirty dishes and minds full of worry. They set them in the sink in the kitchen where Puck was washing them and Mercedes was drying them and putting them back to the cupboards.
"Hey, you doing okay Rach?" Puck said as he noticed the bags under her eyes. He put a hand on her shoulder as she turned to walk away to follow Kurt as he walked back to the dining room.
"Yeah. I'm alright Noah. Thanks for asking." She said with a light blush while Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"Well, us Jews gotta stick tog-"
"Hey slave! Where did you go?" Michael yelled out from the dining room and Rachel flinched. Puck looked sympathetic as she turned to walk back to the dining room with a plate of chocolate cake and a serving knife and sat it in the middle of the table. Maria gave her a dirty look as she returned to her corner and picked up the knife and cut the cake herself.
"You know Blaine… you should really teach your slaves how to act." She huffed at her son from across the table and Blaine looked up from Kurt as he was being addressed.
"I really think it's fine mother. See? You can pick up a knife and cut your own cake can't you?" He looked away from his astonished mother to Sebastian who had a smirk on his face. "What's up with you Sebastian?" Everyone looked over to him as he thought out what to say.
"I think that your little slave down there would be a good profit for you on the slave market." Sebastian chuckled as Michael exclaimed that was a great idea, but Blaine looked as if he turned to stone. Kurt squealed as Blaine gripped his hair hard and death glared at Sebastian.
"I don't think that's a very good idea at the moment." Blaine gritted out through his clenched teeth. His face was pale and Quinn sat awkwardly as the silence grew. Blaine still glared at Sebastian and she swore that Blaine's eyes were darkening by the minute.
"Why not Blaine? I mean jeez, it's a win-win situation! You get more money than you could ever imagine and it would make me look very good. I could see it now…."
"No."
"Come on Blaine! It will be great! You can get that new car you want and more!" Maria said to Blaine, trying to talk him into it.
"No. I said no and I mean no." Blaine slammed his hand on the table and everyone jumped. "I'm not selling Kurt. I'm not selling any of my slaves. God damn! I just fucking bought them why would I want to sell them right after I just got them?" He grabbed up a shaking Kurt from underneath the table and stormed out.
Quinn walked out right after they left. No reason to stay there anymore. She glanced at Rachel, who was beside the door. "Come on. You have laundry to do."
Maria, Michael, and Sebastian sat at the table looking at each other.
"Plan A failed." Michael chuckled as Sebastian shook his head.
"I didn't realize he was so attached."
"We didn't either." Maria sighed.
"…. Plan B it is."
Rachel watched Quinn run into her room and she followed. Not that Rachel wondered what she was going to do that night. No. No way. She walked into Quinn's bathroom to the hamper and took out her dirty clothes.
As Rachel was walking out Quinn's room she heard a soft whimpering and then muffled sobbing. What did Quinn have to cry about? She went to turn around and see if she was alright, but she heard people coming down the hallway and she walked a little faster towards the stairwell so she didn't look like she was causing trouble. She passed Mr. Anderson and tried to remain as unsuspicious as possible and kept her head down.
As Mr. Anderson was walking down the hallway to meet his wife in their bedroom, a few feet ahead he heard sniffling and sobbing. As he got closer to the room, he noticed the door was cracked, he didn't know whose room it was. He eyed inside to see a little body lying on the bed, sobbing into her pillow. It was Quinn.
"Damn. She does have a nice body." He thought to himself. He wanted to walk in and comfort her and see what her deal is, but he thought against it. He continued to walk straight to his room, where his wife was already most likely sleeping. She didn't ever wait up for him anymore to invite the possibility of sex, seeing as she could no longer produce babies, he couldn't remember or even imagine the last time his dick had been touch by a hand other than his own. And with that last thought, he swiftly did a whole 180 and headed to the direction the hot blonde was.
He slightly tapped his two knuckles on the white door, lightly pushing it wider with the pressure of the knock. He saw her jump at his presence.
"Sorry Quinn, I didn't mean to frighten you!" he said as she sat straight up in her lavish bed.
"O-oh, it's completely fine. Can I help you with something?" she said drying her tears with the back of her hand.
"Well, I heard you crying, and thought maybe I could help." He said as he shut the door behind him, freaking Quinn out to say the least.
"I'm fine, thanks though." she proceeded to say as she held onto her pillow tight against her stomach.
He stood in front of the closed door, as his wrinkled hand landed into his pocket, combing his grey locks with the other. She leaned over to her nightstand which had a glass of champagne, without any warning or another peep from her, she chugged the whole glass.
"Some good alcohol?" he asked walking towards her bed.
"It's okay. I like my hard liquor better, but of course my 'husband' doesn't approve of that!" She griped, moving her fingers into air quotes around the 'husband' part.
"He doesn't approve of a lot of things, huh?" he said finally sitting on the warm bed beside her.
"Not much." She said as she moved her legs from underneath her, and walking to her large armoire. Michael Anderson was already admiring her tight ass; she was wearing skimpy black shorts and a white tank top. He watched her as she opened it, and dug through some of her clothes, finally grabbing what she was looking for. She had a large bottle of red wine; she grabbed an extra glass for Michael as she returned to the bed. He figured she had a whole bar back there with the things she was pulling out.
"Drink?" She said sitting back in her same position after uncorking the bottle.
"Why not?" He said smiled as she handed him a glass.
"So, is this your room for when you need to get away from my son?" Michael said with a creepy smile, after taking a drink of wine.
"Sort of…" she said already finishing her second glass of wine and pouring her third.
"When he's fucking that slave?" he said looking at her as he finished his glass. Her eyes grew huge. How did he know that?
Kurt cuddled into his pillow on the bed after he changed into his pajama's, still shaking. His back was facing toward Blaine as he sat still fuming, thinking about what had happened at dinner.
Kurt thought he was thinking about the offer. How could he refuse? How could he let go a ton of money and possibly buying and getting a better slave? Who would?
"You can do it you know…" Kurt whispered.
"What?" Blaine whispered back, his back muscles still clenched.
"Just let Sebastian take me, I mean it's worth it."
"Baby. What in the world are you talking about?" He laid down and moved to press his chest against his back, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling them closer together.
"That's what you're thinking about right?" Kurt said as tears ran down his face.
Blaine's heart broke as he say Kurt cry. "Oh sweetheart no…. no. I was thinking about beating Sebastian's ass into the ground. No one will ever tear us apart babe. I know we haven't known each other for that long, but you mean a lot to me Kurt."
Kurt turned around in Blaine's arms to bury his face into his neck, but Blaine grabbed Kurt before he could and kissed him everywhere on his face. Before he kissed him gently on his lips, he whispered, "You're beautiful."
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"O-oh…umm," She stuttered half because she was wasted, and the other because she had no clue how to cover it up or even know what to say.
"It's okay Quinn; I know my son is as gay as a two dollar bill. It's fine. I mean it's not fine. But I'm definitely in no hurry to announce that embarrassment to the whole world." He said raising his glass, motioning for her to pour him another glass.
"Oh, d-does he know that you know?" she asked.
"No, and I intended to keep it that way." He said slyly, staring at her from the corner of his eye.
"You got it sir!" she said, throwing some more wine down her throat.
"But the only thing I am afraid, or worried about is-" He paused as he noticed her drinking from the bottle more and his eye brows shot together. She was a lush. "Is- that I have no more children, no more son, and I have a fucking wife unable to give me more. Now how do you expect me to carry on my family's name, my legacy if I have a fucking queer as my only son?" He said as finally got comfortable, leaning his back against the wall.
"I don't know, Mr. President." She slurred
"Damn, your wasted aren't you?" he said as she closed her eyes for a second and reopened them.
"Yes. Yes I am, what else am I supposed to do? I have a husband who doesn't love me, and a fucking slave girl who wants to jump my bones. And no! I don't know if I am a lesbian or not. She is a just a hot piece of ass. Why do I have to label myself? But, what am I supposed to do?" she said finishing off the bottle and throwing it across the room. "I- just want somebody to love me. That's all Mr. President! That's all!" she said laying her head down to her pillow with her ass facing his direction. He had no idea why she kept calling him 'Mr. President', but he wasn't fixing to correct her. Suddenly he got an idea. If his fucking hot mess of a wife couldn't have his babies, why couldn't Quinn? They could say it was Blaine's, since well they are married, anyone would believe that. It was perfect. Since he knew good and well his son's dick wasn't going near a vagina anytime soon, he could handle that for him. Kill two birds with one stone, get fucked by a hot piece of ass and keep his family name alive. Now all he had to do was talk her into it.
Michael sat as she kept mumbling about how she just needed to be loved and wished she had a husband who gave a damn.
"I understand," he said placing his hand on her black shorts, he was surprised that she didn't reject him, so he slightly massaged her ass.
"Woo! Mr. President!" Quinn moaned.
"You like that?" he said squeezing her left cheek.
"Mmmmmh. Your son never made me feel like this. You have much larger hands." She moaned once again.
"I have a bigger dick also."
"Ohhh yeah?" she said clutching onto her pillow. He could tell in her eyes how drunk she was, but he needed to know what he was planning and needed to be okay with it.
"Quinn?" he asked removing his hand
"Mmmh. Yes?" she said looking disappointed that he stopped.
"I want to ask you a proposition…." He asked.
"What's that?" she replied, he wasn't sure if she meant what 'proposition' meant or what, but he continued to talk to this drunken girl.
"I…think I should fuck the shit out of you, get you pregnant and you could pass it off as my sons, baby. I will pay you 40,000 to keep this a secret for life it could never come out." He said nervous to see what she would say.
"What?" she hollered as she sat straight up, his back was still against the wall. She thought this over, she did want a baby, and she did say how she needed someone to love her. What is a better love then one a mother and child have? And she could possibly trick Blaine into fucking her one time to make him think she was pregnant with sperm, all these ideas and thoughts came crashing down on her as she felt more sober and alive than ever.
"Okay." She said simply.
"What? You agree?" he asked with a smile.
"I mean yea, I been wanting a baby for a while now, and you're not terrible to look at. I sometimes imagine what you packing down stairs." She said with a sneaking smile, making his member spring upwards.
"Let's get to it." He said grinning ear to ear.
Without any warning she was straddling Michael lap, kissing his neck. "You taste like Blaine" she said slipping back into her drunken state of mind. He squeezed her ass helping her grind her hips, "but better than that little fucker right?" he said biting her neck "ooh, and more feisty."
They went at it for a couple more minutes biting and licking, comparing the two, before they were both completely naked.
"F-fuck. You are gorgeous, look at your body. How the fuck is my queer son… a queer?" he said laughing at his comment. He bent his head down attacking her left breast with his mouth and the other with the palm of his hand.
"A-a-ahhhh! Fuck!" she moaned loudly. They were pretty sure that their actions were probably noticed outside; this house didn't have the thickest of walls.
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Kurt fell asleep on Blaine's shoulder as Blaine laid on his back, rubbing Kurt's back and staring at the ceiling. He was still pissed about Sebastian's suggestion at dinner, but what hurt the most was that Kurt thought he was going to give him up.
He was thinking about more ways to kill Sebastian when he heard some yelling from below his room.
"Oooh, Mr. President, ohhh. You're so b-b-ig"
"O-o-oh fuckkkk!
'What the fuck?' Blaine thought as he slowly moved Kurt off of him and put his pillow in place of his shoulder. He kissed his forehead and then set off to find where the screaming and moaning was coming from. He really prayed to whatever what was up there that it wasn't his parents because that's just fucking gross.
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"Was I good, or was I good?" he said falling beside her.
"FUUUUCK!" she kept ranting, "I mean, if I really wanted to get pregnant, we are going to have to do it a couple times to actually make sure it sticks…" she hinted at more as she winked.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Blaine screamed as he saw his wife and father naked in bed together.
"I really need to lock that damn door." Quinn thought as Michael stuttered out an explanation.
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Sebastian ran up the spiral staircase to Blaine and Kurt's room to talk to Blaine, but didn't find Blaine. What he did find was Kurt. Sleeping and vulnerable. Sebastian snickered as he tried to walk quietly into the room.
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