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Blaine POV

Walking behind his new care-taker Blaine wondered what he had done this time that made him get sent away. He knew very well he had been a bad boy when he was sent away the first time from the shelter; he was always making messes and being in the way for everybody. He never did a good job there for his sirs and misses; it wasn't a surprise they had finally grown sick of his inability to learn and sent him on his way.

It was his second home that puzzled Blaine. What had he done that was so bad then? He had only been there for a few weeks…

He had done like they had asked him to and sat still and quiet everyday in that tiny room that was his, never bothering anyone like they wanted to. How had he managed to do something bad? Had they maybe heard from the shelter how much of a problem he was? Had they decided he was a lost cause? That he couldn't learn anything? Had they decided not to bother with him?

Blaine just couldn't understand what he had done wrong. Had he done something wrong? Something bad?

Would he end up doing something wrong so his new sir, Mister Kurt, would want to send him away too? Would Mister Kurt let him stay with him if Blaine was a good boy? Blaine could be a good boy, if Mister Kurt would let him stay with him he would be a great boy!

Blaine was convinced Mister Kurt was an angel; so beautiful and so kind. And he was actually willing to take Blaine in. He was actually willing to take care of stupid, bad, naughty Blaine that couldn't do anything right.

Yes, Blaine would be a good boy if it meant he could stay with his new sir Mister Kurt; he would stop being a bother and actually be of help for once!

Kurt POV

Kurt hadn't even fully closed the door behind them and he was already starting to think he had made the biggest mistake in his life by buying Blaine. That was mainly based off two reasons.

One – he had spent the entire journey home doing the one thing he had sworn not to do should he buy the young hybrid; fantasizing about Blaine. And especially not in various sexual situations. But he had, and it made him feel horribly guilty. He knew that if he should continue fantasizing about the bunny-boy it would someday in the future prove to not be enough, and he knew that when that day would inevitably come he would do something he would regret forever. Thus the promise not to think about Blaine. And he had already managed to break it.

And then two – Blaine hadn't even looked at him once since they left the shop. In fact, the hybrid hadn't even lifted his gaze from the ground below them at all. And Kurt could easily count all the words Blaine had spoken on one hand.

Now, he knew that hybrids were being taught from birth to be quiet and subdued, to not ask questions, but this was just ridiculous. Blaine acted as if he was scared of him. Him!

Sure, he had grown a bit since high-school; he was nowadays sporting a few more inches in height, along with quite broader shoulders and a fair amount of muscles. But he still didn't look like some muscle man. He still looked like some tiny midget in comparison to his brother Finn and Finn's best friend Puck.

'But then again,' he thought 'Blaine isn't that big himself.'

Kurt might have thought the bunny-boy looked small trough the window down at the shop, but standing next to Kurt he was just plain tiny.

At least seven inches shorter than Kurt, and also a whole lot thinner (Kurt hadn't thought such a thing was even possible!) Blaine looked more like an overgrown child than his sixteen years.

In the end Kurt figured he would just have to earn the hybrids trust over time. Because taking him back to the shop was not an option. There Blaine's fate would be far worse than anything Kurt could ever do, it would be far worse than anything Kurt could even imagine.

"So, um… I guess I should show you the apartment," Kurt said somewhat questioningly after several minutes of awkward silence had passed, both of them still standing in the hallway.

As expected and pretty much predicted Blaine didn't actually answer, only nodding briefly. Kurt sighed quietly and scratched his neck slightly frustrated with the situation (he wasn't qualified to deal with these sorts of situations okay?) as he slowly made his way through the apartment, Blaine fallowing him closely.

"Yeah, so this is the kitchen. Eh, if you get hungry or something you can just take whatever you can find. Um. Maybe later you could fallow me shopping or something so we can get you some things you like, make you feel more at home…" he trailed off, not sure what to say next.

"It's okay."

The words were spoken so quietly, so softly, that Kurt almost missed them. Turning around he could see Blaine standing nervously in the doorway, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His gaze was not quite leaving the floor, but it had risen just enough so that Blaine would be able to actually see the room Kurt was trying to show him.

"What is? Okay, I mean." Kurt asked cautiously, curious as to what Blaine was referring to.

It took a few moments for the hybrid to answer, but when he did his eyes were glued to Kurt's feet. "Sir doesn't have to go out of his way to make sure I will be okay. I will be fine either way. I can manage."

"Oh, but I insist. We can go shopping tomorrow. And it's Kurt, not sir." Kurt said somewhat flippantly, like he would have said it to any of his friends.

But Blaine wasn't one of his friends, at least not yet, and therefore didn't know Kurt meant no harm with his words. Instead the young teen quickly diverted his eyes and let them fall back to the floor by his feet. He hung his head guiltily so that his floppy ears fell over his face, shielding him slightly. Blaine was ashamed for thinking he might have known better than sir.

Kurt watched as frustrated tears formed in Blaine's eyes. He could see how the boy swallowed repeatedly and blinked his eyes rapidly trying to manage the tears from falling.

Kurt cursed himself for not being more careful with his actions around Blaine. It was his fault Blaine had become upset.

"Oh god, I didn't… I didn't… I didn't mean it like an order or something… Please don't think that was an order. God, I would… I would never… God, don't… Never… Please, don't… I…" Kurt was rambling. He knew he was rambling. He also knew it was most likely only making the entire situation worse, but he just couldn't find it in him to stop!

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and forcing himself to just calm. The fuck. Down.

"What I was trying to say is that it wouldn't be a bother to me. I just… I really want you to like it here. Food and everything else, okay?" Kurt felt like a fool, but at the very least his minor nervous breakdown had stopped Blaine from being on the verge of tears. Instead he could see something akin to shock and confusion displayed on the bunny-boy's face. Kurt also thought he could see the corner of Blaine's mouth twitch as if to form a smile, but that could just have been disillusion on his part.

"Come on, I'll show you the rest of the apartment," Kurt said before he could somehow manage to screw everything up again.

"…And this will be your room," Kurt explained walking into the fair sized though greatly under decorated guest room.

Originally – before he had been to the hybrid shop – Kurt had been toying with the idea of letting whoever he brought home with him sleep right alongside him in his master bedroom.

That was mostly because the apartment only had one other bedroom beside his own, and he liked knowing it was there available should someone visit – like his father did regularly – so that they could have someplace to sleep.

It might also have had something to do with Kurt's slight cuddle addiction. He always slept better, sounder, when he could cuddle someone in his arms. It didn't matter if they were gay, straight, girls or boys, just as long as they had a beating pulse. Pillows and teddy-bears just didn't cut it, and neither did Bruce, the boyfriend pillow he bought in collage.

And sharing the same bed with a hybrid he had bought the same day wouldn't have to have been too awkward right? Because friends could share the same bed right? And maybe cuddle? At least he and Rachel did from time to time and that hardly ever got weird.

So yeah, friends might be able to share a bed.

Him and Blaine? No. A big, fat no. Considering the way Kurt kept finding himself thinking sexual things about Blaine sharing a bed with him wasn't an option. It would have been like playing with fire. For God's sake, Kurt could barely look at the bunny as it was without wanting to bend him over the nearest flat surface and fuck him senseless!

Yeah, sharing a bed would never go over well, thus the guest room. Burt would just have to settle with the couch hereafter when he came to New York, because knowing the mechanic Kurt knew he would never agree to take Kurt's bed. He knew an argument regarding that would only end with both of them on the floor.

"Now I know it isn't much," Kurt began. 'More like a bed and dresser framed by four plain white walls,' he thought sarcastically. "But it has an en-suite bathroom through there. And we could always decorate it. Maybe get some nice furniture in here, paint the walls some nice shade… Do you have a favorite color Blaine?" he asked before the hybrid could try to insist he would be fine the way it was. Kurt hoped fixing this room would be a good way to get Blaine out of his shell. At the very least it might tell Kurt a little bit of what kind of person Blaine was.

It took a while for the shorter boy to answer him; hell, it took Blaine a while to even think of an answer. He hadn't really given colors any real thought before.

"Blue," he finally settled with, a shy smile on his lips, making Kurt grin in return. Blue had long been one of Kurt's favorites, though recently he had begun thinking how nice amber and hazel were too…

Kurt caught sight of the small backpack Blaine had been allowed to bring along with him, which he knew was only filled with the most basic necessities like a few changes of clothes and a toothbrush, and instantly he felt a bit awkward where he stood in the middle of the room.

"Okay. Well, um. You… I should… You should settle in. Um… Bathroom is through that door. Ehrm. And if you need anything, or have to ask me something you can find me in the living room. So… I'm just… I'm gonna… go… Um, remember, bathroom," Kurt said pointing in its general direction. "And I'll be in the living room. Okay, yeah. Um… bye?"

'God what is wrong with me today?' Kurt asked himself walking briskly away from the guest ro… Blaine's room.

Usually he never acted this weird, this nervously, this… embarrassingly awkward. Usually Kurt was the very definition of calm and collected.

'Not today. Nooo. Today I'm just a babbling, bumbling baboon, all weird and downright awkward.'

Sitting down on the couch he placed his head in his hands, for once not caring about all the likely fat he was getting all over his cheeks.

'He probably thinks I'm a complete idiot. It wouldn't surprise me. Hell I am an idiot,' Kurt chastised himself as he sat there. 'Because only an idiot would actually listen to Rachel when she thinks someone should buy a hybrid. Because only an idiot would go into that shop looking for a friend and actually end up with someone they can't stop thinking sexually about! Someone that is for Christ's sakes only sixteen years old! Because only an idiot…'

"Um, sir… Kurt?"

Kurt threw his head up surprised when Blaine addressed him. Was the bunny-boy already finished packing up? Did he really have that little stuff? Or was he wondering about something? That was probably it, wasn't it?

"Yes Blaine?" Kurt asked, casting the shy teenager a warm smile.

"I was wondering if there is anything I can do? Cleaning? Cooking?" Blaine sounded so vulnerable, like he was expecting Kurt to scold him for not offering his services earlier. Kurt just wanted to run up to him and hug the boy close to him, to protect him.

"Oh, you don't have to do that Blaine. Not anymore. Not for me. Not in this apartment." Though Kurt tried to keep his tone light and kind he could see how the teen was practically shrinking and turning into himself with every word Kurt spoke. He felt so indescribably sad looking at the hybrid, seeing Blaine feeling so small, so rejected. Kurt reprimanded himself because yet again he had made Blaine feel just like that.

"Tell you what," Kurt began with a smile on his lips, desperately trying to lift Blaine's mood, "how about we watch a movie and then you can help me cook us some dinner? I'll let you choose the movie." He tried to sound gentle without being patronizing, like one does when speaking to small children, or most people speak to, well, hybrids.

"You can choose the movie si… Kurt. I wouldn't know what to pick. I haven't seen a movie in years." Blaine just sounded so small, like his opinions had never been heard, like they hadn't mattered. Kurt's heart clenched knowing that was probably the case. Well, not anymore. Not if he had anything to say about it.

"Well, in that case it is even more important that you will have the final say. I have already seen all of these," Kurt said gesturing to the shelves where he kept his movies, "I don't care which one we'll watch. Come on, you can choose anything; do you think you will like Disney? Or musicals? Or…"

"Disney? You have Disney films? Aren't those only for children? Blaine asked unsurely.

"Oh I love Disney! And so do most of my friends. Please don't listen to anyone who tells you Disney are only for children. Do you… Do you maybe want to see one?" Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded, eyes still remaining on the floor.

"Okay, do you know which one you want to see? I have… The Lion King, Pinocchio… Eh, let's see, Cinderella, Mulan…"

"Do you have The Little Mermaid? I remember seeing that one when I was younger. It was my favorite." Blaine still sounded a bit tentative, like he couldn't actually believe he was allowed to decide something, even something so small like this, but Kurt could hear the small glimmer of hope and excitement in his voice.

"Yeah, I think I have that one."

Blaine POV

Blaine couldn't understand what was going on. He was so confused.

Mister Kurt didn't seem to want Blaine to do any chores for him like the people at the shelter had. And he hadn't told Blaine to stay in his room like Miss Terri did. Instead he wanted Blaine to watch movies with him. Children movies.

But Mister Kurt had said they weren't just for children. Mister Kurt had said he liked them too, and he was not a child. Had Blaine's old care-takers been wrong? Could grown-ups watch movies like The Little Mermaid and Sleeping Beauty too?

He could remember the last time he had been allowed to watch his favorite film. It had also been the last time he saw one at all. It had been the day before his tenth birthday. He had been singing along with Ariel and his two best friends Nick and Jeff for hours.

That had been the last time he had seen his friends too. The day after, the day he became ten the sirs and misses had told Blaine it was time for him to grow up. He had to learn how to clean properly, he had to learn how to cook, and he wouldn't be allowed to watch movies or play with his friends anymore. Singing had been prohibited too.

But Mister Kurt wanted them to see a movie. Mister Kurt was quite different wasn't he? He wasn't like any of Blaine's old sirs or misses had been.

Blaine wanted to please Mister Kurt, please him so that Blaine could stay with his new guardian forever. But if Mister Kurt didn't want Blaine to clean or cook, what was he then supposed to do?

Kurt POV

Kurt noticed one thing not long into the movie, and it was that Blaine was mouthing along to all of the songs sung in it, though not one sound was emitted past his lips.

It was cute, but now Kurt was dying to hear the bunny-boy truly sing. Luckily he had an idea to make it happen.

"Look at this stuff,

Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?"

Kurt began to sing along with the movie, making sure not to let his eyes deter from the screen in favor of watching the bunny beside him. But he could still feel the curious glances from Blaine on him as he continued to sing.

"Wouldn't you think I'm the girl,

The girl who has everything?

Look at this trove

Treasures untold

How many wonders can one cavern hold?"

If Kurt were to listen carefully he could make out faint, quiet whispers coming from Blaine, and he hoped it wouldn't take much more until the boy would really sing.

"Looking around here you think:

Sure, she's got everything.

I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty

I've got whozits and whatzits galore

Want a thingamabobs?

I've got twenty!

But who cares?

No big deal.

I want more."

Blaine was actually singing now, honest to God singing. Sure, he was not even close to Kurt in volume, but he was indeed loud enough so that Kurt could hear his voice clearly. It was beautiful. Mesmerizingly rich and warm.

Kurt knew Blaine could have made it as a singer easily. He had a voice Kurt could only dream of having. With a voice like that Kurt's career at Broadway would have been instant.

But as it was nothing would ever happen. Not as long Blaine was part bunny. Not as long people were bigoted enough to not care about an amazing voice should it belong to a person with long ears and a tail. It really was a shame people were so stupid.

Together they finished the song, smiling and giggling quietly as they fell back against the couch.

"You have a beautiful voice," Kurt said peeking at the blushing boy beside him.

"Thanks," Blaine whispered in return, looking down. "You too."

"Thanks."

The silence that fallowed as they watched Ariel discover Prince Eric's ship could have been awkward, hell, judging from the events leading up to this movie it really should have been awkward. But it wasn't. Kurt found it to be more comfortable than anything else.

"That was the first time I've sung in years," Blaine admitted as the thunder echoed through the room from the movie. "It was nice."

"It was," Kurt agreed.

They watched the rest of the movie in relative silence, though they occasionally made a comment or two and sang along together to all of the remaining songs.

Turning off the TV as the credits came Kurt faced the young hybrid. "So, did you want to help with dinner? I was thinking pasta. Sound good?"

Blaine smiled. "Yeah. Sounds great."

Kurt had to admit Blaine was a great cook. The food they had made was simply delicious, and far better than when Kurt would do it himself. And he had probably been eating accordingly too, it really wasn't like him to get third helpings, that was more his brother's forte, but the food was just so yummy. He had even prompted Blaine to take a second portion for himself (but he would have to fix Blaine's opinion of a proper 'portion'. The poor boy ate like a bird!).

Finishing up Blaine tried to insist he could do the dishes, but Kurt wouldn't have it.

"In my family people help each other out, which means dishes too. So, I'll was everything and you can dry and put it away, okay?"

Turned out they worked quite well together; both of them kept a calm and somewhat similar pace working as Kurt made them both laugh by telling Blaine stories about his family.

"…And he actually ended up praying to that thing for an entire week! He called it Grilled Cheesus and everything."

They both giggled merrily at the story, though Kurt was more giddy over the fact that Blaine seemed so incredibly more relaxed and happy than he had done before. It was like they had managed to break down a few of his walls, because even though he was still terribly shy and subdued he was at least a bit more open to actually talking and laughing with Kurt.

Of course that was when something had to happen to ruin everything wasn't it?

A loud crash resonated through the kitchen, making Kurt turn around and gasp at the sight of Blaine on his knees, frantically trying to scope up the shattered pieces of a broken glass with his bare hands.

"I didn't mean to, I-I-I… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to break it! Please, I didn't…" Blaine was panicking, and was actually drawing blood trying to pick up the sharp shards scattered around him.

"Blaine! Oh, Blaine! Stop! Blaine, stop!"

Kurt had to physically pull the hybrid away from the mess on the floor and pry the glass away from his bleeding hands when the young boy wouldn't listen to him. And though Kurt would really have wanted to check the teens injuries Blaine was shaking so violently he couldn't do anything but pull the bunny into his arms and try to calm him as the teen kept pleading.

"Please, I didn't mean to! It was an accident! Please don't send me away, don't send me away please! I will be a good boy hereafter, please, I won't break anything else! Please I won't be bad anymore! Please don't send me away! Don't… Please!"

"Shh… Shh, Blaine. I'm not going to send you away. Shh. Just shh. Calm down honey, shh…" Kurt could feel wet tears falling onto his chest, soaking his sweater, and he could feel how Blaine gripped the fabric on his back, desperately digging his fingers in and holding on.

"Please…" Blaine whispered brokenly as Kurt lulled him soothingly in his arms, stroking one hand over the teen's hair and soft ears.

"Shh, I won't be sending you anywhere Blaine. It was an accident, it wasn't your fault. Everything is going to be okay. Shh."

Kurt kept gently rocking the young hybrid in his arms as the sobs slowly disappeared, as the small hiccups came with further distance apart, as the violent shaking gradually stopped.

He kept holding Blaine long after his breathing had returned to normal. He kept holding long after the grip on his sweater had loosened. In the end Kurt didn't know how long he had hugged the boy to him; minutes, hours, it didn't matter. In that moment only Blaine did.

"Are you okay?" Kurt finally whispered, wiping away a few stray tears from Blaine's flushed cheeks, searching his red-rimmed eyes for answers.

"Mhm," Blaine nodded, leaning back against Kurt's chest for just a moment longer.

"Come on, we have to check your wounds," Kurt said, beginning to lead the hybrid around all the littered shards still covering the floor to one of the chairs. Getting some cotton pads, disinfectant and bandages Kurt then kneeled on the floor and took Blaine's hands in his.

They looked awful, but Kurt could happily note that the bark had been worse than the actual bite this time. The cuts were shallow and few; Blaine would be fine in no time at all.

"I hope you know I wasn't lying," Kurt said as he wrapped the bunny's hands up. "About not sending you away, I mean. I won't do that. This was just an accident. It wasn't your fault, and even if it was I wouldn't send you away."

"Why?" Blaine was avoiding his eyes, but Kurt could see them shimmer from unshed tears, he was surprised there were any left at all.

"Because I like you Blaine. And I feel responsible for you; I don't want you to end up hurt and broken because I sent you away."

"I was the responsibility for my old care-takers too…" Blaine whispered, blinking his eyes. "But they sent me away. I was bad and they sent me away. Miss Terri sent me away too, and I don't even know why. Was I bad? Was I not worth the trouble?"

Kurt didn't understand, Blaine was talking as if he didn't know he had been sold…

He didn't, did he? He didn't know he had been sold? He didn't know he had been brought up to be somebody's slave, to be used all his life? He didn't know anything?

Kurt could kill the people working at the shelters. If he hadn't wanted to before he certainly did now. They didn't tell their hybrids what their futures would be! They didn't prepare them for it at all! At least not in the way it mattered! They only made them weak and submissive before sending them on their way!

Should Kurt tell Blaine? Could he tell Blaine how he had bought him? And why? Could he really chock the poor creature so? But he couldn't keep quiet about it either as it was. Blaine deserved to know the truth. He deserved to know why he had been 'sent' away.

But not now, maybe in a few days, when Blaine had had time to settle in, to calm down. Kurt couldn't bring himself to tell Blaine right now; the poor boy was so uprooted, so distraught, and he just couldn't add on to that, not with something this big. It would just have to wait a few days, just a few days.

"Oh, Blaine, you aren't bad. You are good, so good! I know you are, so please believe me. You are not bad, anything but." Kurt made sure to look straight into the hybrids watery eyes, making him see how sincere he was being.

Blaine sniffled lightly, but smiled gratefully none the less, and Kurt hugged the boy close to him. He wished he could make everything all right for the boy, to make him smile like that all the time.

"Come on, it's been a long day. Time to go to bed."

The big hazel eyes were looking up at him so innocently as a pink tongue darted out to place the tiniest of licks across the head of his hard member, making him moan from the pleasure. The flickering licks turned to broad laps along his entire shaft, and soon he could feel the tip of his cock being engulfed in tight heat, making him shudder.

"So good, more please."

The plump lips opened wider, stretching themselves around his cock and sucking him down to the hilt, and he could feel his legs almost giving out from the sensations. It had been so long, so long…

He rocked his hips forward carefully, feeling himself hit the back of the boy's mouth as he did so, and both he and the boy moaned from how glorious it felt.

He treaded his fingers through the dark locks, gently massaging the soft floppy ears as he did so. He could feel the boy sucking him beginning to purr, and the vibrations were divine against his leaking cock.

"You're such a good boy…" he mumbled, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly.

"Blaine, Blaine…"

Kurt woke up suddenly, quickly wrapping his fist around his aching shaft and stroking once, twice before he came all over his hand and stomach, the name of his new hybrid on his lips.

Then the guilt kicked in. He was a despicable human being.

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