Title: Sex Slave

Pairing(s): eventual Puck/Kurt, Blaine/Sam, past Kurt/guys, past Kurt/Mr. Schue, Kurt/OC

Rating: M

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance/HurtComfort

Word count: 1090(this chapter), 11213(story so far)

Summary: Some people are born with a specific role that they must perform in life; housewife, businessman, army person, etc. Well, Kurt was born with a specific role in life: sex slave.

A/N: So I finally have some give on my life now that midterms are over and I am so happy because I got quite a few 90's or better on them! This makes me do little squeals and happy dances in my head. I'm hoping to get more than one chapter up in a month. The next one probably won't be up until next weekend because I have a second set of midterms next week, but it's only two rather than the five I had a couple of weeks ago so this makes me super happy.

Thank you Mischievous Gleek, StoryofGreen, JasonDragon64 and imGLEEKINGout for reviewing! It really helps keep my motivation up! Please keep the reviews up! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, I'm just a teenage girl with a big imagination and a laptop!

Chapter 10: Accidental Confessions

Puck couldn't help but smile. Kurt was just so damn cute, especially when a hot college boy flirted with him and all he could do was stutter and blush. It really was the sweetest thing. It was also a terrible thing, because while he enjoyed watching Kurt blush like mad, he also wanted to rip the guy's head off. How dare he think he has any right to flirt with his Kurt? Wait…back up, his Kurt? Where on earth has that idea come from? Oh yeah, his brain, his subconscious, and his lovely fluttering heart. Which just fluttered faster the harder Kurt blushed. God, but that boy was beautiful.

" I am so sorry about that, Noah. I just don't get it, I'm not even using my charms to get laid and a guy is propositioning me."

" He what? Did I hear that right?" Noah felt dumbfounded. Not because Kurt would have some guy asking to have sex with him in the middle of a coffee shop, because he was not homophobic in the least, at least, that's what his fantasies assured him, but because Kurt actually said that he uses 'charms' to get guys to sleep with him.

" Yeah. I guess you probably weren't paying attention, n-not that you w-would've been or anything, but he was blatantly flirting with me in front of other people. That boy was not shy at all. And I most certainly cannot feel his eyes boring into my backside. This is terrible, I hate rejecting guys like that."

" You hate rejecting them? I'm confused." Noah had a pouty face on, and Kurt couldn't even find the strength to resist him.

" Well, I mean, I am a boy so I do like sex just as much as the next guy, but being a sex slave is ridiculously exhausting. It's like there's a sign over my head that says 'hey! If you want sex, here's a slave, go for it!' I mean, it's not like I always just screw whatever guy shows an interest in my particular role in society, but I hate seeing them put their all into it only for me to say that I am way too busy for that."

Noah thought about it. He could feel himself getting hard at the thought of Kurt…and sex…this was so not the time for that. It really killed him that Kurt probably would reject him…just on basic principle. More than once Noah had considered asking Kurt to go to dinner with him, but he knew sex slaves usually didn't do dinner, they just…do.

" How come you've never tried to get me to sleep with you? I mean, back in Lima you were the sex shark. You screwed anything that moved, and I am a sex slave so why didn't you ever try to get into my pants?" Kurt regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He didn't know what was up with him today, it was like his mouth was on autopilot. He could see the blush sliding up Noah's neck and he suddenly wished he could follow it with his lips, then his tongue, until he reached that spot underneath Puck's ear that he would suck on until Puck moaned his name. Kurt felt himself harden and he looked down. Damn, he thought.

" Umm… well I guess it was because you were my friend. I mean I know you were just coming to terms with the fact that you would have to have sex for the rest of your natural life, so I couldn't just go up to you and ask for sex no matter how much I wanted to."

Noah froze. He hadn't meant to let that slip. That was not supposed to ever leave his brain. Oh God he's going to hate me forever, Noah thought. He didn't want to see the expression Kurt wore on his face but apparently his mind was into torture games because he did look over just to see Kurt look away with a blush creeping up over his cheeks and ears.

" You…wanted to have sex with me in high school?" Kurt couldn't help but ask, he had to know if he just imagined what Noah just said.

" Uh…yes?" Noah squeaked out.

" Good. I wanted to have sex with you too. Still do, actually." And with that Kurt flounced off to take the order of the people that had just come into the coffee shop, leaving Noah dumbfounded but grinning and wanting to do a happy dance because Kurt wanted to have sex with him!

" Do you think he has any idea?"

" Why on earth would he get that idea? You know how you were taught. He wouldn't even suspect that he could have it."

" But he's smart, he has to have some sort of idea. I mean, come on, would you really think he would want to do this for his whole life?"

" Maybe. But you know he is exactly like you when I first met you. He wouldn't even be considering what his role really is. He only knows what they told him."

" Maybe it's time that we tell him. He shouldn't keep living like this. He doesn't deserve it."

" No one deserves it, but if we tell him now, he might not believe it. Or he would but then that psychopath would convince him that we could be lying."

" And?"

" And, he has quite the influence on him. You know this better than anyone, if he tells him to do something, he will, because he's been told since he was sixteen that he was to be 'owned'. He doesn't understand what that really means."

" You think any of us do? I mean, really, we were taught to be submissive in the bedroom, to please our partners, to not experience pleasure during the encounter, that we were owned. We never suspect that they could mean anything else, which is why so many commit suicide once they reach the middle ages because they believe no one will want to own them."

" So, we tell him?"

" Not yet. They need to pull their heads out of their asses and realize what's in front of them before we can do anything. Remember the saying, 'it has to get worse before it gets better'. We know that better than anyone."

" I know. I love you, Sam."

" I love you too, Blaine."