A/N Thank you all for your patience! As some of you may have read, I've been diagnosed with Anemia, which I've actually had problems with off and on for most of my adult life. This time it just seemed to sneak up on me, and hit harder than ever before. And then on top of that I got the very nasty flu virus that the CDC is calling the worst influenza to hit in over forty years. I was almost hospitalized twice, but managed to convince them to let me go home rather than be put in the hospital to contaminate everyone there. Christmas day was really hard, I slept thru son opening his presents, and while the Turkey came out good, I burned the gravy and was too weak to cook anything else, and I only managed to eat about two bites before I fell asleep again.

I'm still recovering, still very weak and exhausted, but at least I feel Human again!

Again, I thank all of you for your support of this story, and for all your patience!

I rewrote this chapter six times, it kept going places I wasn't ready for it to go yet. It does get a bit sinister towards the end...

Reviews are always welcome!

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Doubts

Kurt knew something wasn't right, but in his current blissed out state, he couldn't think what it was. The combination of Oxytocin and endorphins flooding through him made every sensation more intense. Blaine was feeding him the salad he'd brought up earlier, and even the taste and the texture of the food seemed to add to the pleasure he was feeling.

He knew he should be questioning what was going on, but the lack of pain for the first time in nearly a week was enough for him not to want to think too much about it, although he had to wonder if he'd been drugged.

"What is happening to me?" He finally managed to ask some time later.

Blaine just smiled. "You're becoming a Dalton boy."

…

Blaine had put a movie on, and the two had been laying side by side on the bed. Kurt wasn't really watching, though, drifting in and out of a lite doze. Now and then a tremor would work through him as the remnants of the chemical cocktail worked themselves out of his body. Blaine wasn't really watching the movie, either. He was watching Kurt. He watched goosebumps form on the pale boy's arm as he barely traced a finger over the flawless skin. Kurt shivered at the touch.

The dark haired boy frowned. He shouldn't be doing this. Kurt wasn't like him, like the others. Kurt didn't belong here. Kurt was pure, and kind, and had a family that only wanted what was best for him. Kurt had friends who loved him and looked out for him. Blaine wanted to protect the taller boy, wanted to warn him, help him escape.

He looked down and watched his hand slide over the older boy's hip. He wanted the boy for himself.

…

For the second morning in a row, Kurt woke alone in the dorm. He was still so confused by what had happened last night, details seemed sketchy in his mind, memories blurred. Had he been drugged? And by whom? Blaine? Why would he do that, though?

He was being silly, Kurt thought. No one drugged him. Perhaps the nutritionist was right. Maybe there was something wrong with his diet. With a sigh, he gathered his clothes and went to take a shower.

He arrived at breakfast half an hour later, and quickly made his selections; an egg white omelet with low sodium ham and mushrooms, toast, fruit, a blueberry muffin, and orange juice. Wes nodded in approval as Kurt set his tray down at the Warbler table. Kurt frowned. He understood the other boy was just worried for him, but didn't like people poking their noses in his business.

He managed to eat all of the omelet and fruit, and half the muffin, when he started to feel full. He still hadn't touched the toast. He forced himself to take another bite of the muffin, but barely managed to swallow it.

Blaine arrived just as Kurt gave up and started to stand, getting ready to put his dishes up. "You didn't finish eating."

"I'm full," Kurt said, unable to keep the surliness from his voice.

"Kurt, you need to eat."

"Damn it, Blaine!" Kurt shouted, slamming his tray back down on the table. "I said I was full! If I tried to take another bite I would throw up all over your loafers! Why does everyone keep trying to make me eat when I don't want to?"

Pain lanced through his skull, and he cried out as he fell to his knees. His stomach lurched, and he nearly threw up. Blaine tried to help him up, but Kurt pushed him away, and staggered to his feet, and clutching his head, he stumbled out of the dining hall. He could hear the other boy calling his name, knew he was being followed, but he didn't stop until he was back in his dorm, sobbing as the pain in his head grew. Something was very wrong with him.

He managed to make it to the bed before his legs gave out, and he fumbled his cell phone from his pocket. He was shaking so bad, he almost dropped it several times before he could unlock the screen.

"Who are you calling?" Blaine asked, rushing in to the room.

"My dad! I want to go home! Something is wrong with me!" Kurt sobbed.

"You can't do that, Kurt," Blaine said, easily taking the phone from Kurt's weak hands.

"I need my phone, Blaine! Please! I need to call my dad!" He tried to grab his phone back from the shorter boy, but another spear of pain drove into his head, and he screamed in agony. "Please! Make it stop! Make it stop!"

...

"I'm sorry!" Blaine wanted to comfort the boy, wanted to take away the pain, but knew he couldn't help him. "You can't call your dad. It would just upset him. You said his heart wasn't good. You don't want to stress him out, do you?"

Kurt continued to sob, but shook his head no. Blaine patted his shoulder. "I'll get you some headache medicine, and you can go back to sleep. I'll let them know you'll be missing your first couple of classes because you don't feel well."

The dark haired boy went into the bathroom, pausing in front of the mirror, and staring at himself. He then glanced up to where the tiny camera was hidden in the corner of the reflective glass.

"You have to stop," he whispered. "You're going to damage his mind, or worse, kill him. He can't force himself to eat if he isn't hungry."

He opened the medicine cabinet and retrieved the migraine pills, and filled a glass of water, wetting a washcloth as well. He carried them all back out to the room, where Kurt lay curled into the fetal position, but he could see the taller boy wasn't as tense, and knew the pain was already lessening.

He set the pills and glass down on the table between the beds, and sat beside the pale boy, gently wiping his face with the washcloth, murmuring softly. Once Kurt began to relax some, he helped him take the pills, and then helped him remove his tie, shoes, and blazer, tucking him into the blankets. "Get some sleep. I'll see you at lunch time."

The boy on the bed barely acknowledged him as he slipped out of the room, taking the other boy's cell phone with him.

…

"Progress report," the voice demanded, as deep and dark as the shadows that hid the imposing figure's face beneath the cowl. The Overseer knew that people often quaked at that voice, but he was so used to it, it hardly affected him anymore.

"The integration of the Hummel boy is progressing as well as to be expected in such a short time, although there is an issue with his diet. His body is rejecting the increased food the dietitian ordered. We may have to seek alternate methods. Perhaps protein shakes."

"Noted. What about the special programming?"

"I've had Anderson working on conditioning him to casual contact. Phase two will begin on Monday."

"Phase two will begin immediately. The client will arrive in just over a week to observe his progress."

The Overseer had never felt any form of regret for what he was helping to perpetuate, but he was a very intelligent person. He could see the possible consequences of rushing the process.

"Permission to speak freely?"

The hooded figure merely nodded.

"Unlike the other boys, whose families don't care what becomes of them, The Hummel boy has a family that will become suspicious if he should disappear. They could cause problems."

"We are aware of the situation, and are prepared to take certain measures to protect our operations. Begin phase two as soon as possible."

"Yes, Master."

…

Kurt woke a few hours later, still feeling a throbbing pain in his head, but determined to make it through the rest of the day. He switched out his uniform pants and shirt with fresh ones, and was just slipping on his blazer when Wes arrived.

"Good, I caught you before you left. There's been a change in plans. After lunch the Warblers are meeting in the Chamber."

Kurt was confused. "What about the rest of my classes?"

The Asian boy smiled at him. "You've been excused from classes for the rest of the day. All the Warblers have. We need all the rehearsal time we can get before Sectionals, and we've been requested to perform a special number for a VIP visitor a week from Monday."

"VIP?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Some senator, I heard. He's considering sending his grandson here, so he's coming to tour the place. The Warblers will entertain him and his guests at an informal gathering later that night."

Kurt found it strange that the singing group would be performing again so close to a competition, but understood wanting to make a good impression on a would be student. "So what are we going to perform for the party?"

"We'll talk about it after lunch. Speaking of which, we should head down, we're almost late."

The thought of food made Kurt's stomach lurch, but he followed the Asian teen to the dining hall. He chose a turkey wrap and fruit salad, along with milk and a bottle of water. Wes didn't even bat an eyelash this time, and Kurt was suspicious. Everyone had been pushing him to eat more, but now no one even seemed to care what was on his tray. And then Blaine arrived carrying his own tray, and set a small glass of some thick, purplish liquid in front of Kurt.

"What's this?" The countertenor asked, eyeing the frosted glass. As he studied the contents, he could see bits of something green mixed into it.

"That is a protein shake, with blueberries, blackberries, and kale. They added double the protein powder and added some potato starch as well. This will help you meet your dietary requirements, without making you feel over full. Drink it after you finish eating."

Kurt continued to eye the glass warily as he ate his lunch. Why did they persist in saying he needed to gain a little weight? It wasn't like he was anorexic or bulimic. Sighing in resignation, he took a drink. It didn't taste too bad, and wasn't as heavy as it looked. He finished it off. Okay, maybe this would work out.

"See?" Blaine said, smiling at him. "You drink two of those a day, breakfast and lunch. You can have them add any kind of fruit or veggie you want, or you can have it with chocolate as an occasional treat."

The dark hair boy reached out and wiped away a smudge of the drink from the corner of Kurt's mouth. The taller boy stiffened, and looked a little shocked by the action, but quickly hid it by standing up and gathering his tray.

…

A short while later in the Chamber with the other Warblers, Kurt would have thought they would go straight into rehearsals for Sectionals, but instead they were discussing the VIP performance. He hadn't really had anything to contribute to the talks, so had just been watching the other boys.

The Chamber seemed awfully warm to him, and he was beginning to feel just a little drowsy, and thought he might have dozed off as he had been studying Nick and Jeff, who were sitting directly across from him, on a love seat. They had been sitting very close together, and Nick had leaned in closer to whisper something into the blonde Warbler's ear. Jeff had turned to smile at his boyfriend.

Kurt's eyelids felt heavy, and he blinked slowly. When he'd opened his eyes again, the two boys across from him were kissing. Kurt wanted to look away, but it seemed like too much work to move his head, and could only watch as the two boys deepened the kiss, until it became something almost obscene, tongues dueling as their hands moved over each other.

It had to be a dream, there was no way this was happening in the middle of Warbler rehearsals. But why was he having that kind of dream? He'd never had one before. He'd never really thought about sex as anything other than an abstract concept before. Oh, sure, he'd tried watching those kinds of videos, but they had been more of a turn off than a turn on.

Kurt was beginning to feel very uncomfortable as the dark haired Warbler unbuttoned the blonde's shirt and and began sliding his hands down over the leaner boy's chest. Kurt couldn't help staring at those abs. He was vaguely aware of someone moving beside him, and felt the blazer being slipped from his shoulders.

"Shh, relax," Blaine whispered in his ear, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He still couldn't look away from the two boys across the room, even as he felt himself being shifted forward, the shorter boy slipping behind him and pulling him back against his chest. Kurt heard a whimper as he felt hands massaging his shoulders, and briefly wondered if he had made the noise as Nick began to kiss his way down the taller boy's sculpted chest.

The countertenor's breathing became ragged as hands slowly caressed up and down his arms. He could hear Blaine whispering soothing words, though their meaning was lost to him as he continued to watch the blatant PDA across the room.

It's just a dream, he told himself.

…

Blaine despised himself in that moment, but he couldn't help the excitement coursing through him. The way the boy in his lap was reacting was better than could have been hoped for, but in the back of his mind he kept seeing Kurt's face when he had told him about the incident in the locker room of his old school.

Kurt had been a victim, and now he was being victimized again. Without the influence of the drugs in the protein drink and the neuro stimulator that had been implanted in his skull, Kurt would most likely be fighting him off, trying to break free and run.

He should be helping the boy to escape, not indulging his need to touch the other boy.

Oh, but the sounds coming from the pale boy! The whimpers and moans, and that panting little gasp as Blaine's fingers moved slowly up the top of his thighs...

No! Stop! You don't deserve him! He is so much better than you! Let him go! Help him escape...

A keening little whine came from the lithe form in front of him, and the boy's hips lifted and began to gyrate as he watched Nick pleasuring his boyfriend. Blaine barely glanced at the other two boys, more interested in Kurt's reactions.

Blaine forgot about helping the boy escape for the moment, could only think about the flush coloring the boy's cheeks as his arousal grew, and he writhed in Blaine's arms, even though the darker boy had stopped caressing him.

Seeing Kurt's reaction to the visual stimulation, and the mostly tame caresses Blaine had been giving him, made the shorter boy wonder how the boy would react if it was his mouth on Kurt's body...

He had to force the image from his mind. No matter what, he couldn't do that to the other teen. No matter how much he wanted the boy for himself, he couldn't force himself on him. He vowed to himself that he would find some way to protect the other boy.

Even if it killed him.

Blaine knew when the combination of drugs and over stimulation became too much for the pale boy, and wasn't surprised when the boy passed out in his arms.

…

Kurt woke in a cold sweat, fear gripping him. He didn't understand what was happening to him, but knew that whatever it was, it wasn't natural. Someone had done something to him, but he didn't know who, or what, or how. All he knew was that he needed to get away from Dalton before what ever it was drew him in even deeper.

He opened his eyes, determined to escape, only to find a hooded figure standing over him.