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Blaine POV

Blaine always dreaded waking up in the mornings; it constantly brought with it the beginning of another dreadful day filled with monotone tasks and awful reprimands should he 'dare' do anything wrong. But it was so hard knowing what was supposed to be considered wrong that day, because different rules seemed to always apply depending on who would be watching and training them that day.

He hated messing up; he hated to know he had done something wrong. Not because of the impending punishments, but because he had let his care takers down. He hated that he was such a struggle, that he couldn't learn anything, not even after being told twenty times how to do something. He never did anything perfect, he was just so stupid.

But that had been at the shelter; his old home. Now he spent his days in confusion. He wasn't supposed to clean. He wasn't supposed to cook. He wasn't supposed to do anything here. It puzzled him. Why was he here? He had always been taught to do as told and that usually meant cleaning something, but here it meant staying still and quiet.

And then it was all those strange people that sometimes came to watch him. But what they were doing he didn't know, they always left before he had the chance to build up his courage and ask. Not that he would anyway. His care-takers always told him it was rude to ask questions, but it would be nice to know what they were doing.

It was a confusing place.

Kurt POV

He had heard stories about places like this growing up. He had heard how they always looked filthy with dust and garbage, how they were always located in cheap, run-down places. How they were worth just as little as the creatures inside it.

He couldn't particularly agree with all those stories; this place was cleaned to perfection, it was immaculate to look at. It seemed far cleaner than his own apartment, and he considered himself a perfectionist when it came to cleaning.

And then it was the way the owners had decorated the shop. It looked simple, but expensive. Beautiful burgundy colored couches in the corners, extravagant paintings exquisitely placed around the walls, at least where huge windows weren't occupying the space casting the room in light… Business must be going well, though it didn't particularly seem so. Kurt was the only customer in sight.

Tentatively he walked up to the front desk where a middle-aged blonde woman sat perched behind a top of the notch computer. She hadn't even spared him a glance since he walked in. He quite appreciated that, he hadn't felt this uncertain about doing something since he came out sophomore year in high school.

"Um… Hi…" he took a quick look at her nametag, "Terri. I'm here to… to look at some h-hybrids." Why did he feel so nervous? It wasn't like she would judge him; all her customers came for the same thing, why would he be especially judge-worthy?

Handing him a few papers and a pen she dully said "Take these forms and fill them up, then we can go look at some matching your application."

Uncertain he gripped the forms before walking down to sit in one of the couches. Should he really be doing this? There was still time to go home and forget everything, no one would ever know he had stepped foot into this place. But he was just looking; it wasn't like they could force him to buy a hybrid if he didn't want to, right?

He began writing down the information needed on the papers. Some of the questions on the sheet startled him greatly. Like when it said 'Any particular kind of animal you wish your hybrid to be?' or 'What kind of sexual training do you want the hybrid to have?' Kurt couldn't believe people could actually answer these questions. He himself couldn't, so he just filled them with several no's and none's. Those were the easiest ways to answer wasn't it?

He did know however that he would prefer a male hybrid; he had tons of female friends all over the city that he spent time with regularly, but he didn't know all that many guys. It would be a nice change to hang out with a guy regularly, especially if it wasn't tainted by a relationship.

He would also prefer a young hybrid, it would be easier to find something to talk about then wouldn't it? And young meant like 18 to 25 right?

It took him well over half an hour to reach the final question. At this point he felt uneasy and somewhat like a pervert. So many of the questions just seemed wrong to answer. How could so many people have filled out these forms before him without feeling like a bunch of creeps?

And the final question didn't particularly ease up his mind either. 'Something specific you wish from your hybrid?' Well, did he want anything specific? He didn't know.

Kurt sat there contemplating for a few minutes but ultimately came up with nothing. But as he was standing up to return the form he quickly wrote an answer to the query, and then hurriedly gave the distracted woman behind the desk the papers before he could change it. That however didn't mean he questioned himself over it though.

'Why did you write that? What have you been planning to happen? This is someone you're practically adopting as a friend, nothing is going to happen. So why on earth would you write that you stupid little creep?!'

Actually what he had written wasn't all that dangerous, just a simple 'he has to be gay', but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why he wrote it in the first place. He couldn't understand it was because of his recent dreams and the small fact that he unconsciously wanted them to become real. And that if they did, he would feel at least somewhat better knowing the receiver of his devious ways at least might have enjoyed it instead of feeling entirely grossed out or something.

He watched as the lady typed in his information into the computer, wondering if he should make a run for it before any results came in, as it wasn't too late yet to flee and never return. But he had gotten this far, he might as well see if there are matches for him.

"You can go in through that door. Jacob will meet you there and show you the matching hybrids to your answers." He thanked her and hesitantly walked through the door she had pointed to.

This room was darker than the other; no windows where in sight at all, making the only source of light some tacky and poorly working lamps around the room. The walls were also bare, and the only furniture present was a slightly worn-out couch in a nasty orange color that Kurt would detest sitting in. This explained all of the nasty rumors he had heard as a kid. And this was supposed to be a 'quality' store. It really only had a nice façade didn't it? To make it appealing.

He rather heard than actually saw as someone neared the room. It turned out to be a short boy with a huge brown fro and shabby black glasses carrying a clip board walking into the small area, approaching him where he stood in the middle of the room, avoiding with all his might to touch anything.

"M-Mr. Hummel? My name is J-Jacob. If you w-would please follow me…"

He followed the nerdy looking boy - who could honestly be no older than eighteen - down a long corridor, and then another, and another. Kurt wondered if this Jacob really was experienced enough to do this job as he walked slowly behind him, occasionally glancing into the windows of the doors they passed, though not being able to see anything without walking closer.

"Now, Mr. Hummel, t-there was quite a lot of our hybrids that m-matched your application, but considering your final answer we only have three hybrids that qualify your expectations. W-would you still like to keep to your request or would you like to extend your choices?"

Gulping slightly at the knowledge of what the specific request they were speaking about actually was, Kurt answered with a thick voice. "Yes, - I mean, yeah. I'd like to stick with it. Please?" he added somewhat questioning.

Not answering, but only nodding Jacob showed him to one of the doors on their right side.

"This is Dave. He is a bear hybrid. Twenty years old. He is quite a stupid example, even for a bear, but he is tall and bulky if you're into that sort of thing." Though thoroughly creeped out by Jacob's comment he looked warily inside, watching the boy as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall, not throwing a single look towards the door where he stood.

Kurt had heard about bear hybrids; they were rare to find but not considered to be treasures if you could manage to find one. There weren't many people who wanted them, because though they were being taught to be submissive from a young age most of them had short tempers and would easily flare up and could harm their owners seriously if angered. It was a common enough story and Kurt had heard it told again and again over the years. Kurt really couldn't see himself at home in his apartment alone with this boy; he would always be on his toes just waiting for the hybrid to strike and proving all rumors true.

Jacob seemed to know his exact thoughts as he without a word began to walk away from the door and down to another in the following corridor.

"Sebastian, fox hybrid. Nineteen years old. Can be kind of a smart-ass with some of his comments but he responds well to the lashes so that shouldn't be a problem. And according to his papers he is from a fine family, so he has good genes too." Was the world really as cruel to hybrids as it seemed to be based on the few things he had heard Jacob say about each of the hybrids?

Sebastian was handsome enough, but he reminded him of Josh with his sly looking face. He didn't think he could actually follow through with all of his plans of cuddling if he was constantly reminded of his ex. And if he couldn't even spare a glance at the boy then how could he live with him?

Kurt shook his head sadly and somewhat morose fallowed Jacob towards the last door. Maybe this was a sign. He shouldn't actually buy a hybrid, just get a pet or something. Maybe go back to dating. Yeah probably. He should do that, he would do that. But he would let Jacob show him the last guy too – he didn't want to be rude.

Pointing at a door on the left Jacob rattled off the info about the last hybrid. "Blaine, bunny. Sixteen years old. Kind of easily scared but always trying to please. Should you actually buy him I would advise you not to actually do anything sexual with him for the first day. Just so he won't get scared and hurt either of you. He's sort of not worth a whole lot if injured and unable to be used regularly, but then again it is kinda your choice."

Kurt shivered as he listened to Jacob. It was horrible the way the teen described the different hybrids; he somehow managed to fit in so many insults in so few words. Kurt almost didn't even want to look at the poor fellow – he just wanted to get as far away from this place as possible and try to clean away the filth of this place off his contaminated body.

But the moment he looked inside the room he was so glad he did. The boy – Blaine – was exceedingly beautiful where he sat on the bed with his chin on his knees. The tanned skin glowed mesmerizingly in the low light, and the soft-looking floppy ears sticking out from his thick black curls were so adorable. He could even from the other side of the room make out the stunningly bright hazel eyes that were gazing at him with curiosity.

Wait… The boy was staring at him. Suddenly Kurt felt sort of shy, drawing away his eyes to instead turn towards Jacob who was watching his reactions closely.

Kurt couldn't understand this. He only went to this place to find some company – to have someone to come home to and talk to at the end of his work day, someone he wouldn't try to be more than friends with. That was why a hybrid was supposed to be so perfect for him, because he wouldn't feel right in doing anything sexual with one of them. But here he was, having only seen this 'Blaine' for a minute, and he already felt an urgent need to touch, and lick, and touch some more of that wonderful olive-toned skin.

He couldn't be attracted to the boy, could he? No, that would be so wrong, so wrong. Not only was he a hybrid which made it so wrong by itself, but he was only fucking sixteen years old god dammit! It was just lust – just the simple need for sex. It made sense, he hadn't slept with anyone for two months, and the moment he saw a beautiful… - handsome guy, he would notice. It was just lust. Just lust.

Kurt took a quick peek through the window, and the thin wall of illusion he had just built came cracking down. He was definitely attracted to this boy.

"So I guess we should go sign those papers…" Kurt heard Jacob say, and turned towards him once again with a questioning 'hmm?'

"The papers… The ownership papers. You- you will buy him won't you. Oh no, you don't want him do you? Please don't complain to my boss or Terri!" Jacob panicked, his voice raising quite a few octaves the longer he spoke and his glasses falling crookedly on his nose as he turned his head back and forth over and over again as if he was looking for someone who had heard his panicked rant.

Kurt took a final look at the beautiful bunny behind the window. How could he possibly leave this boy here with the possibility of ending up in some horrible home where he would be beaten daily into some bloody pulp and then used for hours as some toy in someone's bed? When he himself could protect him – from all those horrible people, including himself if necessary, back home in his condo.

"I-I guess we should find those papers…"