"And out of that hopeless moment has come nearly all that we call human history – money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery – the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy – C.S. Lewis"

The Groom

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"It's going to be $350,480, Mr. Hummel. That's not including the overseas shipping costs and transportation, which is $100,000 extra."

"That's fine."

"Have you picked an area of location from the sheet I gave you?"

"The Philippines."

"Male or Female?"

"Male, Definitely."

"And how will you be paying sir?"

"Mastercard."

"Sign here please. Thank you."

The papers were filed away into a large manila folder and then placed in a heavily locked cabinet.

"How long until I can expect arrival?"

"Three says sir, as soon as the paperwork goes through you can pick him up at this location. Would you like to be notified by e-mail or telephone?"

"E-mail, thank you."


Kurt's limo had been washed, buffed and waxed for the upcoming occasion. His chauffer was in a fine suit, himself in a brand new Armani; all for the sake of this moment, this day.

It was not every day Kurt Hummel meets his husband.

A small breeze sweeps the bangs from Kurt's face as he takes the broken cement blocks up to the shitty office buildings. It was cheap, falling apart and more than illegal, but it had gotten the job done.

Kurt was not about to complain about a building he was only stepping into for half an hour. Tops.

As Kurt walks through the small, narrow hallway, he can make out the sound of someone crying. Big surprise. He watches silently as a much older man than himself, balding, with a large bear belly and sweat stains, drags a helpless young brunette (about 16 by the looks of it); down the hall and into a back room.

Kurt smirks. He hopes the wait was worth it and his soon to be lover is just as compliant…and young.

Kurt meets up with Carlos halfway there (the man had quite literally set up all of this for him), and follows the Hispanic, heavily tattooed man to a connecting hallway and then to large adjacent room.

It's messy, filthy; held together by cheap plaster and covered with mold. From where he's standing, Kurt notices all the customers, (just like him), are trying not to touch the walls, but were clearly being forced to at least stand by them. All of their gazes however, are not on the walls, but instead are drawn to the center of the room, where Carlos is perched before a group of shivering, crying men and women.

Carlos holds up a clipboard with a double-sided list and begins to read off the first row of customer names one-by-one.

After he called a name, a man or woman from the wall would step forward and collect their bride or groom.

None of them seemed very willing to leave the group.

"At least they're organized" Kurt mused.

When it came time for his name to be called, Kurt stepped forward with an air of confidence he was only slightly feeling. His heart pumped waves of blood to his head, ears ringing with excitement of his claim. He watched in anticipation as Carlos scribbled out his name, murmuring some kind of nonsense in Spanish and then moved to the circle to call someone forward.

Kurt's breathe stuttered.

A man stepped forth.

Tan, dark hair in thick curls and a pair of the most stunning hazel eyes Kurt had ever crossed. They were molten. He was quite a bit on the short side, but Kurt overlooked it to continue his lustful gaze. Lean muscle and smooth skin with no large blemishes, Kurt most definitely wanted to map out the entire expanse with his tongue, run down to his belly button and dip his tongue in with no qualms.

A large V-zone with connected happy trail led Kurt to a cock that could only be described as gorgeous.

Kurt had never before described a cock as gorgeous.

This one had to be. It was completely flaccid, but long even without being erect. The tip was a lush, cool pink; the man clearly circumcised. The man was also scared and shivering. Kurt intended to wreck him.

"You wanna wrap him up in a pretty box? Or do you have something already?" Carlos questioned.

"Clothes are in the car, we're done here" Kurt stated coldly, tugging the dark-skinned man to his chest and wrapping an arm around him.

"What's your name" Kurt whispered.

"Blaine" he nuzzled into Kurt's shoulder, training wary eyes on Carlos who was biting at his pen and looking over the list.

"Anything else?" Kurt stared pointedly.

"Nah, man, you're free to go," Carlos resumed his name-calling.

"This way" Kurt led Blaine by his waist through the door, away from the shitty, shambling building and out the front towards the limo.

Blaine's jaw dropped when he saw it. Most likely this limo had cost more than him, and it was just a rental.

"In." Kurt blunted.

His chauffeur had opened the door and was waiting patiently for Blaine to muster up the courage to uncover himself and slide inside.

It took Kurt picking him up and throwing him inside to get the poor quaking man to finally realize there was no way out of this.

"Do you know why you're here?" Kurt slid in after him, the door closing with a bang, "What you're doing here, was it all explained to you?" He did not want to introduce a foreign idiot to the Vogue after party.

Blaine nodded, his arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

"Yes. I am your husband, we are married."

Kurt snorted, "No, not yet we aren't. We are fiancés, I just proposed to you a month ago on a moonlit night at your favourite beach. We had ice-cream floats and the whole shebang was romantic."

What is sh-e-ban-g?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "never mind, you get it right? We're fiancés, our parents knew each other from when we were young, we dated after I asked you out one night and the rest is history. This is the story you will tell people. Do. You. Understand?"

Blaine winced as Kurt gripped his arm tightly, but the knowledge of the sentence had his eyes wide with worry, he turned so quickly even Kurt was startled.

"But we will marry at some point yes?! You must marry me, Carlos said-"

He choked as Kurt pressed him against the seat cover.

"I know what that fat piece of shit said" Kurt sneered, his eyes making literal holes into Blaine's face, "I know the contract, I fucking signed it. I don't need you to repeat it to me."

Blaine nodded, quivering as Kurt gazed down his still naked form. "We should probably clothe you before you get out of the car and get into the penthouse" Kurt released Blaine to hand him a folded set of clothes on the adorning seats. Once Blaine had started to dress himself (with shaking fingers that couldn't button his pants properly) Kurt rapped twice on the glass separating them from his chauffeur and the limo drove off.


The penthouse was huge. Intimidating to Blaine as it was most likely the second most expensive thing he had ever seen (excluding the limo of course.)

Kurt gave him a standard tour of all the main areas and then led Blaine to the master bedroom.

"This is where we'll sleep. Dress, do regular bedroom things" Kurt smirked at the flush that hit Blaine's cheeks at the words bedroom things.

Kurt then proceeded to open a connecting doorway that led to a luxurious bathroom. It was big; in colourful amounts of porcelain. The bathtub was in hot tub style, a small shower with added resting seat and water mat accompanying it in a small corner of the room. Kurt had an abundance of products on the small shelves above the bathroom sink; all sorts of shampoos and bath soaps and bubbly mixtures.

"I take bathing quite seriously" Kurt pointed out to Blaine who was scoping out all the different bottle labels, his nose wrinkled in disgust as Blaine returned to him and gave Kurt a view of his dirty skin, "unlike you it seems."

He ignored Blaine's offended look to turn on the tub and allow large amounts of water to start spewing into the tub.

He added a bottle of bubble mixture that smelled vaguely of lavender and watched the water become sudsy.

"You know" Kurt turned back to Blaine who was watching the tub fill with an intense look on his face, "for someone not of this country, you do speak English quite well."

"My father was white" Blaine responded, rubbing at his arm uncomfortably, "I know English very well, just a couple words escape me now and then, I was taught a little in school too."

"And yet" Kurt whispered as he moved towards Blaine, his hand coming up to cup his cheek, "you've definitely got your mother's features. She must be lovely."

Blaine blushed darkly, nuzzling into Kurt's hand and moving close enough that their bodies were hair breaths away from each other. Blaine wasn't really sure if Kurt wanted him too close yet after that "cleaning" comment.

Kurt closed the gap between them to tug Blaine's chin up and press a tender kiss to his lips, their mouths molded together for an instant before Kurt pulled back, smirking when Blaine whined a little and chased after him.

"Undress and get in the tub" Kurt stated, already beginning to remove and place his clothing on large outside rim of the tub.

Blaine hesitated, his hands lingering on the drawstrings of the hoodie Kurt had handed him before they left the limo. When it became clear Kurt would not be repeating himself (amidst the dark glare he sent Blaine's way as proof of that), Blaine quietly but slowly began to undress and set his own things in a much untidier pile than Kurt's.

He watched Kurt slide into the tub, relaxing instantly in the hot water. The beautiful, naked body of his husband-to-be had him getting into the tub much faster than the speed at which he used to take off his clothes.

When they were both in the tub, Blaine took a moment to actually look around and enjoy the peacefulness of the bathroom and the luxuriousness of it all. It was fair to say Kurt was beyond wealthy, gorgeous and smart.

There was just one thing missing from this seemingly perfect man.

"I know your people may have never seen a bathroom before, but honestly it's not that great. You don't have to be star struck at everything you see" Kurt rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Blaine gaped open mouth.

"I-I know what a bathroom is!" he startled Kurt with his scream, "do not treat me like an ani-!"

A fist connected to Blaine's right eye and he was quite literally flung across the tub. He landed with a painful jerk across the rim of porcelain.

Blaine panted, fear creeping up on him as he stared horrified at the man whose fist was still poised in threat of violence, his body shaking with anger.

"Never, never fucking raise your voice at me like that again. I'll have you shipped back to your shitty country in a fucking crate made for rabbits. Do you understand me? You piece of shit, I knew you wouldn't be your fucking money's worth."

Kurt sloshed forward in the water and gripped Blaine by his field of curls, ignoring the man's cry of pain he dragged him back to the side closest to the products he had set aside and snatched up a shampoo for harder to manage hair.

Kurt gripped Blaine roughly by his shoulder, never truly giving notice to the man's cries of pain and began roughly burying his lathered fingers into the curls, scraping and digging and using as much force as possible to wash the unruly black hair.

After Kurt finished with both the shampoo and conditioner in the same brutal manner, he grabbed a loofah and a body scrub and went to work clearing the dirt and grime from days of travel off of Blaine's bruised body. Every time he was jerked or moved rather painfully, Blaine would whimper or whine and Kurt would smack him over the head or slap his face to shut him up.

After a while Blaine learned to just take it quietly.

Once both men were clean if not scrubbed in Blaine's case, Kurt led them out, Blaine shivering in the skimpy towel Kurt had given him. They re-dressed in silk pajamas Kurt had lain out before hand and then proceeded to get ready for bed. Blaine watched fearfully as Kurt undid the sheets from their folded position and scattered off the throw pillows from the top of the bed.

Blaine was quite certain that when Carlos had called Kurt, the man would be different. Someone so beautiful and lithe and so nicely dressed would not be the spousal abuser everyone talked about. He would not be the third billion case of shipped immigrants who ended up with someone who would beat him for blinking in a certain direction. Blaine found himself wrong as Kurt glowered from his side of the bed.

It was time to sleep and get ready for the next day. On his way past the large vanity mirror perched above a matching mahogany desk, Blaine could see his right eye already beginning to show the tell-tale signs of bruising.


It was around 9:00am in the morning when the alarm clock beside the bed blasted. Blaine's heart nearly gave out when Kurt's hand flung across his body to turn it on snooze and then never left its position from being draped over Blaine's chest.

Blaine turned over a little with the utmost care not to jostle Kurt even in the slightest, and then softened at the sight of his sleeping 'fiancé.' The dark, cruel man was beautiful in sleep; long eyelashes scraping across his cheeks and lips in a small pout at the prospect of having to be woken up.

Blaine allowed the tiniest of smiles to light up his face when Kurt snuffled and moved in closer to the adjacent body heat. His arm tightened around Blaine's chest.

Blaine tried to carefully slide out from his side of the bed to enter the bathroom once more, but Kurt's voice stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

"The bathroom" Blaine whispered, "I need to freshen up" he winced as Kurt pressed himself into Blaine's shoulder.

"Can it wait? Fuck's sake, it's too early for your shit."

Blaine frowned, but nodded quickly and bunched the blankets back around him. He tried to cover his eyes filling with tears by rubbing his face into his arm.

Kurt pulled him tighter to his body, pressing a kiss to the naked shoulder blade presented before him. Suddenly Blaine was all too aware of the hard member pressing against his thigh. Swallowing thickly, he willed internally for Kurt to just want to make-out or kiss a little, but when the man began grinding against him, Blaine knew it was a lost cause for sure.

"Mmmh, so perfect" Kurt grunted, "Give me your hand."

Blaine quietly turned his hand over and Kurt ran it down his chest, across his stomach and down, down towards his aching cock.

It was leaking and standing fully erect, so when Kurt forced Blaine to wrap his hand around it, there was clearly no other way to go about it. Blaine started to pump his hand up and down, shaky and with no experience except towards his own, he began to try and get his husband off quick enough that he wouldn't want anything else.

Kurt groaned as he shoved aside the blankets, pulling Blaine's face down and attacking his mouth with a force Blaine didn't even know existed. All the sounds Kurt had been making were suddenly swallowed up by Blaine's mouth (not that either one could or would complain), the two men beginning their first act of true passion together.

Blaine wouldn't call it passion as much as Kurt trying to reach orgasm while Blaine helped, but to each his own he supposed.

It was really quite hard for Blaine to enjoy himself when there was the prospect of his eye currently stinging, his hand jerking his abusive husband, and the sheets tangling up their legs so badly, Blaine was surprised he could even reach Kurt's cock at all.

By the sounds of Kurt moaning it seemed like he was closer to orgasm than Blaine had first thought. His hand began to speed up and try to get it over with, but Kurt clutched at the base of his cock and halted Blaine's hand on impulse.

"Stop" Kurt grunted again, "you'll ruin me before we get to the real act" he chuckled.

Blaine's stomach sank in fear. What? This wasn't it, Kurt wanted more? Oh god please no.

"Turn over" Kurt moved to the bedside nightstand on his own side and rummaged through a drawer for lube. Coming up with a small bottle, Kurt grinned at the sight of Blaine on his back, eyes shut in fear and hands clenched at his sides.

Kurt kissed his collarbone, the dip in-between; he layered kissed across each shoulder and then right across the large vein protruding from Blaine's neck. Kurt smeared his forefinger with lube and then proceeded to trail it down to the small dark entrance that was currently clenching around nothing in excitement.

"You want it don't you?" Kurt purred, "of course you do, it's an act of love between the two of us, does that get your body hot" he mouthed hot wet kisses across Blaine's tummy as the finger wiggled into the entrance.

Kurt moaned in delight, one finger in and the hole was clenching rhythmically over and over, hot and tight and just wanting to be filled with more.

Who was Kurt to deny such a beautiful body?

Once up to the knuckle, Kurt pulled out his finger and then spread lube on his middle and ring one as well and then began to fill the hole with both at the same time.

Blaine cried in pain and tried to move his body from the intrusion, but Kurt held him still with an arm over his stomach, rubbing his thumb gently around the rim.

"Ssh, its okay, I've got you" Kurt murmured, watching in delight as fat tears rolled from Blaine's eyes. 'Gorgeous' Kurt watched transfixed as the sphincter clenched around his fingers. He kissed the hair above Blaine's cock, salty with sweat and grinned when Blaine cried out again.

Kurt didn't acknowledge it was from pain and not the actual kiss.

He continued rubbing and thrusting his fingers for over a good five minutes, getting Blaine well use to the motion and the amount, before he wrapped his hand around his cock and brought it towards Blaine's entrance.

He smacked his member lightly across Blaine's cheeks, slapping it again across his hole too and watching in satisfaction as it tightened and clenched once more. Kurt grabbed the lube from its resting place on the head pillow and lathered up his cock with a generous amount.

When Kurt began to enter, he kept his gaze on Blaine's face, watching as the crinkles at the corners of Blaine's eyes tightened and the way he was sweating slightly from the exertion and the way the wrinkles on his forehead formed. Kurt placed a kiss to every place. He moved down and began to whisper sweet nothings into Blaine's ear, about how perfect he was and how enjoyable an act they were about to do, anything really to distract the man as Kurt entered, slowly, but surely.

Blaine hissed as his lover's member made its way inside him. It was still quite painful, Kurt inched in slowly, but prep time could have honestly gone a little better Blaine supposed. His tummy was doing tumbles, and his knuckles were white from clenching the sheets so hard. Finally, finally when Kurt was buried to the hilt and his hips were flush with Blaine's did he begin to move. Slow, lazy circles that consisted of Kurt thrusting every so often and that had Blaine panting with want.

Kurt pushed Blaine into the pillow, his hips in a strong steady pace of thrusting and pounding that made them both yearn for more. The sheets long kicked off the bed, Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist, his hands moving from the bed to Kurt's back to hold on with a steady grip as he was pounded into. The bed began to shake with their activities, Blaine grunting and gasping for more as Kurt obliged, thrusting harder and banging the bed against the wall behind them. The picture above them shook frantically as Kurt delved down and smacked lips with Blaine in the desperate heat of passion.

Blaine could feel the definite tightening in his lower abdomen as a sign of his impending orgasm, gasping and squeezing at Kurt's shoulder to give him any sign of warning, but Kurt ignored it in favour of thrusting harder and faster and giving Blaine more, more, more.

"Almost there" Kurt panted, "yes, fuck" and suddenly Kurt was spilling inside of Blaine, messy and long, Blaine coming right after with a high-pitched shriek of pleasure. They gasped and fell to the bed together, grasping for one another and holding tightly as if the other might float away.

Blaine grabbed the back of Kurt's neck and pulled him down for a filthy kiss, the throws of his post orgasmic pleasure winning over any other thoughts he had before about his fiancé. The two men lay exhausted in the ruined sheets of their bed, one of them grinning from ear-to-ear, the other with a defining look of conflict across his handsome features.

Blaine turned tiredly when he felt the bed move, watching Kurt once again rummage through the nightstand drawer, but this time he emerged with a small black box with the texture of smooth snake-skin.

Blaine couldn't help the way his eyes enlarged at the sight, Kurt flipping it open and producing a stunning engagement band. It was white gold, encrusted with rubies that were surrounded by diamonds. It was gorgeous, and must have been very expensive. Blaine knew the rubies themselves were of more worth than his entire parents' house.

He watched silently as Kurt took his left hand and gently worked the ring onto his finger. Blaine paused a moment to admire it the morning light, a small smile gracing his features. He had won his ticket.

Kurt pulled him in to share yet another, slow, languid kiss before tugging him towards the bathroom.


"Tonight is very important" Kurt straightened Blaine's tie for the third time. Blaine had never seen the man so nervous before, except for a glimpsing moment when he had first stepped forward to meet Blaine.

"Hugely important, everything has to go right; do you get whose even going to be at this party?" Blaine blinked up at him, the tie a little too tight around his neck, but he daren't make a fuss about it.

"You're the stupidest litt- All of my colleagues, the big-shots, the grand, and high-class of Vogue industries and fashion designers I can't even pronounce the name of. Best behaviour. No talking unless spoken to. Stay quiet and pretty and stay close to me. Got that?"

Blaine nodded, trying to place soothing hands on his husband's shoulders, but Kurt knocked him away in favour of returning to make sure he was looking immaculate as well.

"And if anyone, anyone says something you don't understand. I swear to God, you better smile and laugh it off and not ask about it or I will strip your fucking backside with a paddle, am I clear?"

Blaine nodded fearfully, his heartbeat increasing with anxiety at the thought of another violent act towards him. It had taken days for the bruising around his eye to go away, almost as if Kurt knew when it would heal just right and not make things worse for wear if he and Blaine had to explain its coming about.

Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine stepped back away from him. This fucking idiot was going to be his undoing that was for sure.

Without a moment's hesitation, Kurt stepped forward, grabbed Blaine greedily around his waist and smashed their mouths together hungrily. They spent what felt to Blaine like hours of kissing, their tongues battling and Kurt's hands clinging and groping at Blaine's backside. So much for romance.

They were parted when a small honk from outside came up and Kurt noticed the time. "There's our chance at being fashionably late. Come on" They made their way back to the limo, their chauffeur not bothering to take note of their tousled suits.

Kurt would make sure they both looked presentable enough when they made it there.


The party was bustling. Everyone who was anyone had shown up, powdered and draped with finery. It was glamorous and Blaine felt so out of place it was making him sick.

He gripped a little tighter to Kurt's arm, his engagement ring shining in the light as if demanding the attention of others. To be honest it was a stunning and attention-demanding ring on its own. Blaine wouldn't even have to casually mention it to show it off. People would just be blinded and have to rush to emergency rooms and Blaine would apologize even when others applauded him for it.

Kurt seemed to take notice of his discomfort for he tightened an arm around Blaine's waist a little too tightly; and to what seemed like a sweet secret to others, was really Kurt whispering threats into Blaine's blushing ears.

Waiters made their way around the room with trays of fancy food and small champagne flutes, but when Blaine went to reach for something; Kurt waved the waiter away and grabbed them champagne instead.

"People shouldn't be seeing you eat" Kurt grit out, handing Blaine a flute, "they're like props, you look but you don't ever touch, the drinks will fill you up enough."

Blaine warily sipped his drink, eyes moving around the room; taking in the glamour and hubbub of the lights and the chatting people and the beautiful, sparkling dresses woman wore. Men were in their best tuxes, waiters sharply dressed. It was a big event.

"This him Hummel?" a voice stopped Blaine's musings.

A tall man, much taller than Kurt), with dark hair and no bangs was grinning from behind them; a woman with too much make-up, and breasts threatening to pop out was clutched to his arm.

Kurt smirked, running his hand up and down Blaine's back soothingly, "you got it Matthew, my lovely groom-to-be."

Matthew whistled, "look at the size of that rock, trying to make the rest of us look bad?"

"I couldn't help myself, somebody has to one-up- you" the two men chuckled and Blaine smiled prettily.

"Darling" the busty women interrupted. She had been giving small polite coughs, but suddenly her need for attention had skyrocketed.

"Ah yes of course, this is my lovely wife, Annette, we were married last spring"

She gave the two men a very forced polite smile. "It was lovely, white doves, white roses, my white dress, I believe even your corsage was white, wasn't it honey?"

"Yes, a very white wedding" Matthew chuckled and Kurt laughed to be friendly. Blaine watched Annette suspiciously; it was like her comments were directed straight at him.

"Yes, white is such a lovely colour, so pure and worthy. I couldn't think of any other colour except for white" at this point she was staring straight at Blaine, all but gouging him out with her eyes.

Then Blaine understood. And he was disgusted. Wasn't there a movement through modern history that halted such bitterness and wrath towards people like him? This woman was a racist. Blaine would not take kindly to this.

"Are you guys expecting children?" Blaine questioned, trying to ignore the way Kurt's fingernails dug into his arm. He would deal with the consequences later.

Matthew was clearly taken aback at the blunt question, "oh goodness no, not yet anyway. Annette had her tubes tied." Annette smiled like a snake, her eyes piercing Blaine, "we would rather adopt. I really want to keep my perfect figure" she tittered, "It's good to stay away from the food trays for that, wouldn't you say" she gave Blaine an once-over that had him reeling.

"Well in that case, perhaps a child of ethnic skin is more to your liking; there's more of them looking to be adopted than white children" Blaine ignored the way Kurt's eyes pierced the back of his skull, as well as the way the other room patrons stopped to see what some of the fuss was about, "if I were you-"

"Good thing you're not" Annette stated, and her Matthew turned away to talk to people more important than them.

Blaine's fingers had started to make half-moons in the palms of his hands. He hadn't even won the damn argument, and now, well-

He turned worried eyes to Kurt, but his fiancé wasn't even looking at him, he was eyeing a much younger man chatting in the back. His gaze was hot, but his tense body clearly gave Blaine the knowledge he was in for it.

"We'll talk" Kurt replied, his voice so cold Blaine gained shivers, "we'll talk" Kurt murmured as they made their way across the room and out the back before anyone could comment on the actions that had just taken place.

Blaine was scared.


The screams that pierced the night air were inhumane in sound. It was surprising the glass wasn't shattering. The penthouse was sound-proof, and Kurt had to thank his leaser for making sure that was a given.

Kurt's fists pounded into Blaine's stomach, welts and bruises from a nearby belt had already taken their toll against Blaine's poor, unprotected back.

The wet sobbing had stopped and all that was left for Blaine was dry heaves and impossible amounts of begging and crying. He was wrecked.

Kurt gave one final hit to his stomach and then proceeded to leave and get a bottle of water, he came back to the sight of Blaine sobbing into his filthy, and blood covered sheets.

"You disgust me; you're not fucking fit to lick at my toes. I'll fix that" Kurt murmured, crawling over Blaine once he had set the bottle down, gripping into his fiancés hips and scratching at his back hard enough he draw red lines that had Blaine screaming, "I'll make sure shit like tonight never happens again, because if it does sweetheart, I can fucking promise you, you'll be on a one-way crate to the Philippines covered in your own blood. Get up."

Blaine shakily made to stand, his knees trembling in fear and pain as Kurt grazed a hand down his cheek. "You only ever have one job Blaine" Kurt hummed soothingly; "look pretty and stay quiet, and I'll buy you anything you want. I'll have you eating the finest foods known to man. You can shit on a golden throne if you ask for it, but one more wrong move like tonight, you'll be sucking food though a straw. Am. I. Understood?"

Blaine nodded, tears trailing down his cheeks. His cries were silenced once more when Kurt hushed him and tugged him to his body, ignoring the muffled cry of pain Blaine gave. Kurt kissed at Blaine's neck, his hands moving down and squeezing at Blaine's abused butt cheeks. He gave a muffle scream as Kurt shoved him back down and began to unbutton his shirt once more.

"Get ready" Kurt tugged his pants down, "for a night you most definitely won't forget."

Blaine screamed.


"Hello? Mr. Hummel! Calling so soon? Are you unhappy with your current product?"

"Actually, I want something more, solidifying in our relationship."

"Solidifying, sir?"

"Yes…..something to, keep him here. What do you have in stock for children?"