Things would of seemed more quite there for Blaine, if not for the internal screaming! Blaine was being lead by his arm, by an entirely different guard, one Blaine surprisingly had never seen before. The guard started telling him why his wrist were now set free of his leather cuffs, where he was taking him, and what he'd be expected to do when there, but Blaine struggled to hear what the guard was saying. At least This guard seemed to have a more comfortable and carefree way about him than many of the other Doms he'd encountered in the training section of the Sub house. The Dom continued to talk telling him to remember his training and to be a good boy for his new Master. Blaine thought he'd heard most of what the Guard said, but was finding it very difficult to concentrate on anything other than the disbelief that Hunter Clarington, the Dom 5222 had been trained specifically to serve, would not now, nor ever, be his Master.

Blaine felt a little lightheaded and his breathing had started to quicken. He was left by the guard in his kneeling position, that he had fallen into after they had reached their destination, and for that he was thankful. He didn't think he could stand up for very long without falling over. If he were to pass out he wouldn't have far to go before he'd face plant head first on the floor. Blaine schooled his breathing to slow even intervals. Blaine reminded himself that he didn't want to disappoint his new Dom and have him come in to see him, the Sub he just purchased, freaking out on the verge of a panic attack. He tried telling himself he could do this, he was a trained Sub now and he could be good Sub for whoever is his Master was. He couldn't help but wonder if his new Master would reward him by rubbing his fingers through his long curls as Master Hunter had. Just the thought of it helped Blaine calm down. Only then did Blaine really take notice of his current surroundings, including the carpet he knelt on. Blaine hadn't felt carpet under his knees since he spent that short time at Hunter's house, in a cock cage, learning how to control himself and be a good Sub. None of the many rooms in the training house or the classrooms, hallways, meeting rooms, eating rooms, kitchen or the Head Master's office had any carpet whatsoever . Most had nothing but concrete to kneel on. Master's office had linoleum though. Blaine had become very familiar with the tiny patterns of flecks and dots in the squares covering the floor in his corner of that office. If he squeezed his eyes shut tight enough he could conjure up the image of those confetti like flecks in those couple of squares he'd kneel perfectly still on. He heard some noise that caused him to open his eyes. It was coming from not far down the hall, and it shook Blaine out of his memory and back into reality where he was definitely not tucked in his corner of his Masters office. He was there, on carpet (of all things, carpet!) in a waiting room with clear glass walls surrounding him. He noticed that when he looked down a few rooms to his right he could see more rooms, one right after the other, all through clear glass walls. When he turned to his left he saw another Sub in the same position as Blaine, in a room about 3- no probably 4, rooms down from Blaine's. It was difficult to tell, looking through glass walls into exactly shaped rooms all in a row created an illusion of a never ending corridor. His attention was pulled away from the other Sub mirroring him, but down a little ways further towards sounds that were making themselves more evident as foot falls on the floor accompanied by chatty voices. Blaine thought he even heard laughter after a minute of really listening. He watched as the group of noise makers finally came into full view. They were stopped by a guard at the Subs door. The guard instructed them to step into the room after the thick glass door opened and then it became relatively muted making hard to hear their voices. He got himself lost in watching the going-ons in the room where these people...(boys...they're ALL BOYS!) are taking ownership of their new Sub. Not a one of them appeared any older than 18 from what Blaine could make out from that distance. Then he was able to make out some of their muffled talk, then louder shouts. "Nick!" "Nick!" Blaine's stomach did a flip as he came to the full realization of what he was witnessing. The Sub was his friend Nick! Nick's hair was styled completely differently than he'd ever seen him wear it before. The color even seemed to be lighter as if he's spent a lot of time out in the sun. Blaine felt jealous for only a moment before he dismissed the feeling. He had no idea what went down in the rest of the house while he was in solitary confinement or what Nick, himself had to endure during that time. But, just the thought of sunlight instead of darkness had Blaine a little envious just the same. He watched as one of the boys he recognized as Jeff, Blaine was almost sure of it, step up and rub Nick's cheek then Nick stood, but only after being commanded to by one of the other boy Dom's. Nick was then taken into a warm embrace, first by Jeff, then by the whole group as a whole. They all hugged around Jeff and Nick. Eventually one let go than another and another ,and so forth, until Jeff was left holding him still. He slowly released Nick from his embrace too. It surprised Blaine that the other boys didn't seem at all bothered by Nick's complete nakedness. Blaine continued watching and he began to slowly remember each one of the boys from school, started to remember their individual personalities to match their muffled voices and a small smile tickled his lips. Then he heard two other guards approaching from the opposite end of the corridor. When they got closer to Blaine's door one continued past it and the other stopped in front of it. Blaine knowingly had bowed his head as they had approached and had missed completely the other figure standing slightly behind the guard. The figure took a side step to where Blaine could then make out elegant men's footwear and the bottoms of long fitted pants. From his kneeled position and bowed head, he couldn't see more of the person. The guard opened the clear glass door and lead them inside. The guard recited quite quickly "Sir, you'll have ten minutes to throughly inspect your purchase. Number 5222, before signing the final papers up front. Wait for my return and I will lead you there." The guard stood for a few seconds before he seemed to get irritated by the lack of response from who Blaine then knew was his new Dom and Master. The guard shuffled his feet loudly and then Blaine's Master spoke "Okay I got it, we'll see you in ten minutes then, and thank you." As the two spoke Blaine dared to raise his head up just slightly, enough to see the back of his Masters head and a confused scowl the guard threw at him before he grunted his response "Fine then" and walked off. It was then that Blaine caught on, his Master told the guard we'll see him in ten minutes, that means he was including Blaine in that statement, not answering only for himself. There was no one else there, so that must mean the 'we' was including Blaine too...But, Subs are bought as property and not to be considered a person at all. Blaine must be extremely confused and should not trust any of his senses, he thought to himself, or his own judgment, because he could of sworn, from what little he had seen, that his Master was a male. Yet, when his Master spoke, the sound of his voice sounded feminine. Master then approached and the knelt down in front of him and spoke in a soft whisper "Blaine, please look up at me."

Blaine obeyed the command immediately after it was given, even though it was given as more of an request than a command. He hoped no one heard his Dom address him as Blaine. To be addressed by a Dom-(HIS DOM) using his given name was unbelievably shocking! Blaine was only able to focus on his Dom after he got over that initial shock, only to be shocked once again from the most tender look his Masters face was wearing and in his Masters eyes. Blaine took him in and noticed his Master WAS most definitely a male and he was ..Oh. So. Perfect. Then Master smiled at him with a toothy grin. He couldn't comprehend how perfection could improve upon itself. He blinked hard to try to get his bearings back as he felt himself swoon. "Oh dear" He heard his Masters say and felt his Masters arms catch him and envelope him in an embrace which did nothing to improve the spinning going on inside his head. He closed his eyes and heard Master "It's ok now Blaine, I've got you." before Blaine regained any sense of composure Blaine's mind- or maybe it was his soul- brought this to Blaine heart as he was being held by the angelic man.

How can it be

Such a beautiful he

Colored eyes of ocean

The Skin of porcelain.

Where jutted and smooth coexist

A wonder how he exists

Chestnut freckles and hair alike

And characteristics ladylike

A smile that should never be haste

Curled up lips that should not waste

delicate, strong the perfect combine

A genteel masterpiece of design

"Blaine, pst, Blaine, come back to me sweet boy." The Dom whispered in his ear while holding him, rocking him slightly. Blaine began to stir and breathed out a sigh. "That's it Sweet boy come all the way back to me now." When Blaine's eyelids fluttered open he was positive he must dreaming. But he soon discovered that not to be the case. The more reality kicked in he began to panic and a desperate moan escaped his lips that he immediately wanted to catch in mid air and swallow back down. Master didn't seem upset at him though. His facial expression was still caring and open. But, Blaine was disappointed enough in himself for the both of them. 'Just Great,' he thought, 'I had this one chance at this first impression, and I blew it. I not only blew it, I really BLEW IT! There no way Master would want me now! Master's phone started to ring and he sighed and apologized. "I'm sorry, I should of turned the damn thing off before coming in." It kept its jingle playing while Master cradled Blaine and he left it ignored. Blaine began to sit up, to rid the poor Dom of him, when he pulled Blaine back softly and told him "Easy there. Take it slow now, we don't need you going into another poetry composing stupor." He then laughed a little and shifted underneath Blaine to readjust himself a little bit. Blaine stilled his upward motion, then went stone stiff when he realized what his Master just told him. He had recited his poem out loud! He had not been asked to speak, but speak he did and he did quite a bit of it too, it seemed. Before Blaine could worry too much over that though, Master began carding his fingers through long curls and rubbing at his scalp. Accompanying his ministrations he cooed "You're a good boy, Such a Sweet boy." His master was pleased, but that confused Blaine. He looked down at his wrists to where his Master's hand was holding them together. He was applying pressure and it was helping to ground Blaine. His other hand hadn't stilled at Blaine's scalp either. The ministration continued until he stopped at the exact time Blaine calmed. "Blaine?" He awaited a reply from Blaine. When none came he calmly explained. "Blaine, sweet boy, I need you to answer me so I know that you're ok and so that I be confident you'll be able to walk out of here with me. Blaine heard the soft command in his request and answered him calling him by his title for the first time "Yes, Master." It was met with a nod and a smile. "Okay, umm, I need you to sit up now, do you think you can do that for me?" He started to move himself out from under Blaine and Blaine moved forward and sat all the way up. When he felt his butt hit the floor he scurried into his correct kneeling position and bowed his head.

"Blaine, we have a lot to talk about, but right now I want you to hear just these few things. Listen hard, because we only have time for me to say them one time before that Neanderthal of a guard will be back. Do you understand?" Blaine responded quickly that time. "Yes, Master." His Master fidgeted for a couple seconds then spoke again. "I need you to look at me." Blaine lifted his eyes and looked up through his lashes at his Dom. Master whispered something to himself, Blaine couldn't quite make out, before he increased his volume of speech. "I want you to not show any sign of weakness as we walk out of here Blaine." He paused, and though he didn't want to say it, he really had no choice right now and he needed them to just get through this and out of the building. "Master wants you to comply to everything Master is telling you to do now before the guard comes back and takes us out where the others are." Blaine repeated "Yes, Master." Ok he thought, and continued "Don't answer another Dom at all, even if they ask you a direct question. I'll handle them, you don't have to worry about being disrespectful. When I request they remove this collar from your neck do not be alarmed. I have another collar for you. I know you must be scared, but you don't have to be. Now, I'm asking you this one last thing for you to do for me. Please trust me. I'm going to take care of you, Blaine." A small relief washed over Blaine and he repeated once more "Yes, Master." Master rubbed his chin a couple of times and said "That's a good boy, such a sweet boy." He stepped forward and scratched at Blaine's head as the guard approached the cell door "Does everything look okay? Does he meet your expectations? Did you find any flaws to note?" As Master answered the questions Blaine realized that Master hadn't done a thorough inspection of his body, but was answering the guard as if he had. Blaine's not sure why the little white lies he's telling the house guard made Blaine trust what he'd asked of him so far, but strangely it did. Blaine awaited his command "Come, Slut" was called to him and Blaine instinctively knew the condescending name was also a lie of sorts from the man he now called Master. That name on his Masters lips just didn't fit the feel he'd gotten off of the man. He thought he even noticed a flickering of disgust in his Masters eyes when he had called him it. They walked down the corridor, the opposite way of how Blaine had been brought in, and were buzzed out a door to another much more bustling corridor. Here instead of rows and rows of glass rooms there were rows of glass windows positioned side by side all facing forward. At the first widow they were ushered to, the guard said a quick farewell to Master and, not surprisingly, didn't acknowledge Blaine at all. The first window was a quick stop where there was just a quick check of Blaine's ID tattoo on his upper back. The next window was where Blaine was asked his size. "Waist size and shoe size, 5222?" Blaine almost replied but remembered his Master's order not to answer anyone, but to allow him to handle everything. "My Subordinate has been told by me to loose his tongue and go mute, or I'll be removing it's tongue myself." The older lady, with a purple tint to her gray hair, looked up at him and answered. "Well, that's all fine and good, but did you have the presence of mind to ask him his sizes before you rendered him mute?" He wasn't use to being spoken down to in this manner, but left it alone and replied only "Waist size 25 and shoe size men's 9 1/2." He was thankful he worked in Fashion for the last decade, easily figuring Blaine's sizes just by looking at him. "Fine" the woman turned and walked away to momentarily return with a pair of thin white cotton paints and a pair of orange thongs for his feet. Kurt picked up the items and they were pointed in the right direction "Now, go to window three." He took Blaine by the arm, a little firmer this time and pulled him to the next window. There He was greeted with a much brighter smile. "Hello." She says then looks directly at Blaine and tells him to look forward at her. Blaine waited with his head down. She sighed then asked after locating the paperwork he'll be filling out and his name written on it. "Ahh, Mr. Kurt Hummel?" He turned to look at her and answered "Yes, what is it?" "Oh umm, I was wondering if you'd command him to look at me, please? Kurt wondered why the signing station girl would need Blaine to look at her. There's nothing for Blaine to sign. He settled on airing on the side of caution, not wanting to stir up any tension with a the staff that might thwart his efforts for a quick exit. "Look up at the Lady, 5222." When Blaine did the girl looked back then turned and smiled at Kurt "Thank you, I just had to look at the Sub that went for over the selling price of any other Sub in the world. He has the most beautiful color eyes." Kurt finished signing the papers that were marked where he was to initial, print and sign as the girl spoke. Kurt indicated he's finished with the signing of his packet by laying the pen down on top of it and thanking the girl. As Kurt walked away with Blaine he thought about her statement. Oh, didn't he know it!. Blaine's eyes are dangerously beautiful. Kurt lead Blaine to window four. There was a a man sat behind it. The man began talking as soon as Kurt slid up to the window. I need the serial number off his collar and another look at his ID number." Blaine recalled his Master talking about having his collar removed. Blaine was nervous about having it removed. An uncollared Sub is a Sub with no Master, rendering them useless and abled to be put down. But Master promised he'd collar him with a collar of his own. Though Blaine couldn't see where Master could be carrying this Collar. Collars are larger than anything that can be fit into his Master's trouser pockets. It was not Blaine's position to question so, Blaine wills his mind to wonder into his quiet safe place until his Master made another command of him. Kurt got himself mentally psyched for his argument against keeping Blaine in his Sub house collar. After the man from window four finished his speech about why he couldn't grant Kurt's request because of their protocol. Blaine listened to Master answer that he was spending Two and a quarter million dollars on his new toy and by keeping it Collared in the Sub house Collar it wears, it was like asking him to keep his new toy wrapped up in an old used ribbon." Window guy's eyes grew large in response to Kurt's rant. "And in addition to that" Kurt continued "this Collar doesn't have the required amount of ring attachments on it that the FDA recently revised for First Class passenger travel for a Dom's carry on Sub. I fly all over the nation for business. You don't really expect me to leave my Sub at home because of your ridiculous insistence on me keeping it Collared in this substandard collar you have it in for the next 12 months!" Window four guy took a step back and signaled to someone behind him. He stepped forward again "Mr. Hummel, I assure you I hear your concerns..." Kurt raised his voice interrupting the man "Don't placate me, Sir unless the next words coming out of your mouth are... 'Yes, Mr. Hummel, I'll be getting you a licensed removal specialist to remove your Subs collar right away...', Then I guess we're finished here and you can start the paperwork on my refusal of 5222." Kurt startled at the sharp pain that shot through his chest after the words left his mouth, He settled himself after a moment, then he continued yelling at window guy. "I assume I'll be able to find another Sub house willing to take my two and a quarter million for an auctioned Sub of my choosing.

At the mention of his ID number, and the content of the rest of his masters statements, Blaine became aware of what was just proposed by his Master. Blaine then fell to his Masters feet, kneeling, head down, with one of his cheeks pressed up against Kurt's left shoe and ankle. Kurt wanted to reach out and touch Blaine to comfort him. He felt the need to wrap his arms around him when he felt him shivering, but Kurt willed himself to play the part and stand staunch. Window guy, taken a-back, looked worriedly at Kurt then back over his shoulder to a younger man standing a ways behind him in the room. They shared a knowing look between them that Kurt barely caught. The other man was a younger man probably right around Kurt's age. The younger man gave window guy a couple slow nods then turned and walked out the door at the back of the room. Window guy reached across the table and pulled out a rather thick packet, scrabbled down a few things inside it, then placed it in front of Kurt at the window. "Mr. Hummel," He addressed Kurt in a sickening sweet voice, "I assure you, no one wants to get to the point of a refusal. Please, take a seat, down the hall, toward your right." He leaned forward toward Kurt to point him in the right direction to where there were several seats lined against the wall. Kurt looked at the man sternly for more explanation. "Someone will be with you shortly, in the meantime, please review the chapter throughly on 'Your Submissive's Collar' in the handbook. Kurt glared at the man feeling frustrated at the lack of a full explanation as to what they can expect to happen next. The window guy smiled and told him, as he picked up the handbook and handed it to Kurt "Pay extra attention to the section in the chapter titled 'Sub House Collar Removal'. " Kurt took the package from the man and nodded his understanding. Kurt looked down at Blaine and had to stop himself from going to his own knees to help him.