Kurt Hummel had been marked and signed as a slave since he was born. At the age of seventeen he would never see his family ever again. He turns seventeen in two days. There are three rumours of how destined slaves will be taken away, the first one was that the slave will be taken straight to a van without saying goodbye to their family. The second was that the slave will get to say goodbye and then theres the third, that the slaves family will be killed and while the slave is distraught he or she will be taken. Kurt only knew that one of these rumours were true and it was the first rumour,that he would be manhandled out of the house without saying goodbye. He did not want to be sold to some high classed stranger where he would have to bow to every need and want of his master. He wasn't the only one in his friend group who was a destined slave,Tina and Rachel were as well. They did not turn seventeen for a few months yet so they were safe for now but he was not, with only two days left to say goodbye he couldn't help but cry to the point that no more tears were left. His dad cried a lot too but can you blame him, his son was about to be taken away from him forever and never to be seen or heard from again.

''Kurt. Come on, we only have two days left with you. Come downstairs.''

Finn's voice injected through his thought. Kurt sighed and swung his legs off his bed to stand up.

''Kurt." Finn stopped before continuing."we just want to spend as much time with you as we can before-'' Kurt cut him off. ''Finn, I know okay. I don't need reminded that I'm going to be sold to some... ass hole okay?'' Finn just nodded before pulling Kurt by the hand downstairs to where his dad, Carol and all of the glee club were seated.

''I finally coaxed him out of his room Burt and believe me it wasn't easy- Ow! what was that for?'' Kurt chuckled as Finn rubbed his now sore arm. ''Kurt we want you to come out with us. Please Kurt its the last time we can see you!''

Rachel pleaded. He simply nodded but the truth was he didn't want to hang around them, not that he didn't want to its just maybe if he didn't speak or go near them he would get used to not seeing them.

''Buddy...'' Burt tried to find the right words to say to his son but it wasn't working. Kurt gave a weak smile and a big hug to his father in hope that it would cheer him up and it did, just not the way he had hoped. ''Come on Kurt, I'll drive.'' Puck placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder and used his other hand to ruffle his hair. Which Kurt scowled at. ''Never touch my hair or i shall end you Noah.'' Puck raised his hands above his head in fear. ''I don't want to be ended! okay ill stop touching your hair since you spend about 2 hours twice a day perfecting it.'' He laughed when Kurt pouted. Puck opened the door and waited till all the club were outside before bowing and saying to Kurt ''Please make your way to my very crappy car sir.'' Kurt just glared and walked with the New Direction's to Puck's Jeep, it was a small squeeze but they all fit.

''Puck where are we going?'' Rachel spoke up instead of Puck. ''Were going to have a picnic at our special hill.'' Kurt smiled, they hadn't been there in so long. It was a big space where no one could bother them what so ever.

''Kurt, do you have an idea of where you will be taken? I hope you don't mind me asking.'' He smiled softly at Puck. ''No. Well i could be taken to any district.'' There were many districts, for example there was human districts or supernatural districts or high class districts, where lords and ladies buy slaves. ''I suppose since I'm from Ohio i will be taken to either a human or high class district. Supernatural districts are too far but then again i don't really know.'' Puck sighed and looked at Kurt through the mirror. ''It'll be okay dude. Just don't let them break you or take away your wit.''

The rest of the club nodded in agreement. ''Don't worry i will try to stay strong but I've heard these places are very brutal.'' For the rest of the ride everyone sat in silence, not wanting to bring up the subject any longer. Suddenly Rachel gasped ''Oh god look.''

Everyone moved there eyes to where Rachel was pointing out the window. A girl was being dragged out of her house by two men, while what they assumed was the girls mother and father trying to grab back their daughter while screaming ''Please! Don't take her away from us.'' The girl was pushed into the back of a van while the two men tried to fight out the pleading parents. They drove away from the scene and again the group sat in silence until Kurt spoke up ''Guys i know you don't want to hear it but that's going to happen to me very soon and Finn -'' Finn cut him off by covering Kurt's mouth with his hand. ''No. Hush your right we don't want to hear it.''

They drove up a winding road before stopping at the perfect place to look out over Lima. Everyone huddled out of the car and lay down a big blanket and basket.

After an hour of eating they all began talking together about what will happen. ''Kurt, do you not even feel the least bit scared? You don't show it.''

He smirked at Mercedes words. ''No I'm not and do you know why?'' His friends shook their heads. ''It because no matter where I'm taken, they can never break me till the point i will bow to every need and want. I cant afford to be one of those slaves who forgets their real family and friends, its just too much to forget. I want you all to know i love you all and i will never forget you.''

Santana and Brittany held each others hands and leaned over to hug Kurt. ''Your still an amazing unicorn Kurt.'' He laughed weakly at Brittany's strange choice of words (no change there then). ''Were going to miss you so much Kurt.'' Tina sniffled as Kurt nodded. ''I Know Tina, just promise me one thing guys.'' Every member looked towards Kurt. ''Promise me that on Friday when they come to take me away you will hold my dad back. I don't think i could handle my dad crying and chasing after me.'' Finn grabbed Kurt's head and pulled him in for a hug. ''We promise.''

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly. Kurt leaned over to see that the figures on his clock read '1:23am' Damn Kurt had been laying on his bed for almost four hours,he had complained to his dad that his head was sore and that he needed rest. This wasn't exactly true, he just wanted to spend some alone time in his room before the next day started. Since it was technically the next day, Kurt thought to himself. Tomorrow he would be taken away from Lima, Ohio. He would be took to a slave house where he would be evaluated and his personality would need to be found out for a thorough description at the auction. As he had said before he wouldn't let anyone break him, his new master would not break him in anyway possible.

The sun shown through the window, it streamed slowly and gradually over the bed. Kurt kept his eyes closed, laying there while listening to the birds tweeting outside and the soft faint sound of the television reporters voice from downstairs, which he assumed was that his dad was watching TV. He began to think of some of the things people had found out about slavery and what some masters look for. Some of the things were that the slave had to be a virgin, he rolled his eyes at that thought. It was obvious why some people looked for virgins, to have a pure slave who gets to lose their virginity to its master. Kurt groaned, he was a virgin. does that mean he will be bought quickly? He hoped not. ''I'm scared.'' Kurt didn't mean to say his thoughts aloud but it was true. He may not show it around his friends and family but he was terrified, mainly because of the thought that he could be bought by a man who just wanted to have sex with him constantly and make him crawl around with a collar and leash. You may think ''No that would never happen.'' but yes it does and Kurt's seen it with his own eyes. He had been on a trip with his dad a couple of months back, they were going to get some rare oil for the garage and the place they had to go to was miles away from Lima. He couldn't remember the name of the place exactly but when they stopped at their destination, a man walked by with a young girl on a leash. He made her crawl. He made her CRAWL. Kurt had to resist the urge to get out and punch the man right in his high classed snob of a jaw. He didn't even ask his dad about what he saw because he knew it would only make his dad remember what was going to happen to Kurt and he didn't want to risk getting his dad upset. He wished he could stay lying here on this bed forever but he couldn't and maybe this time tomorrow he will be in a van driving to god knows where. That was another thing that worried him, when would he be taken away tomorrow will it be in the morning? noon? evening? he didn't know (it could be anytime).

Kurt blinked his eyes a few times to get used to the brightness of the big yellow orb outside his window. He turned to stare at his clock, it was exactly nine o'clock. He didn't want to get up but it was the last time he could spend a day with his family. Grunting, Kurt rose off the bed and grabbed a towel from one of the drawers in his room. Softly he padded his way into the bathroom, making sure to shut the door slowly so it wouldn't bang.

After a thorough wash, a long time perfecting his hair and moisturising session, he made sure his outfit for today looked presentable. He had opted for skin tight cream pants, a white shirt, soft cardigan and brogues. He flattened down the creases in his pants and then headed downstairs and into the kitchen where carol was sitting. She lifted her head from the book she was reading as she heard Kurt's soft sounds of his brogues on the tiled floor.

''Oh, hi Kurt. Sweetie did you sleep well?''. no. ''Yes, i did thanks carol''.

She passed Kurt's warm milk she had kept warm for him in the microwave. ''Where's my dad and Finn?'' probably trying to keep calm. ''Well your dads finishing up at the shop and Finn is at Rachel's. They'll be home shortly.'' Kurt sighed as he finished taking a sip from his milk. ''They would be better staying away from me.''

He heard carol gasp. ''Honey! what do you mean?''.

He looked up at her. ''Its just.. maybe if they stayed away, they could get use to me not being around.'' She grabbed Kurt's hands, nearly knocking over his milk. ''We will never get use to you not being around, we love you too much.''

Kurt let his built up tears fall onto his cheeks and drip off his chin. ''I try to act strong but.. but Carol I'm so scared. I don't want to be owned by anyone.'' Carol wrapped her arms around the small porcelain boy and rubbed her hand on his back in circle like motions.

''Shh. It will be okay. You think too much Kurt. Try not to think about it okay?'' Kurt could only nod slowly. ''Good, now finish your milk and then we will have an amazing, unforgettable day.'' Carol walked out of the kitchen leaving Kurt on his own.

He quickly gulped down the last drop of milk, cleaned the glass and placed it back in the cupboard. what to do now? i could clean my room, oh wait its already done. Kurt had began to feel sick so he headed towards the backdoor and stepped out into the sunshine. It was calm and the fresh air stopped his nausea, he walked down the path and sat on the chair by the greenhouse. He used to sit here on his mums knee while she told him story's.

''Mum if you can hear me...I wish you were here.'' Kurt often began talking down here, sometimes his dad would tell him to stop as he thought it only made Kurt sad but it didn't, in fact he loved talking to the air. Even if his mum was dead, maybe just maybe somewhere she could hear him. She may not be able to see him but if she was listening it helped Kurt. He looked towards the gate at the end of the garden. ''Maybe i could just run, what do you think mum? If i run.. no that's a stupid idea. They would find me.''

People had tried to run away in the past but they were caught, not most of the time but it was rare for a destined slave to run away and stay hidden. Kurt had a theory that all signed slaves had trackers in them, maybe he did too but if he even tried to run just to prove himself right the consequences would be brutal.

''What am i going to do mum? This is why i wish you were here, because you could tell me story's and poems to calm me down but.. i just-'' he trailed off when he seen his dad walking down the path.

''Kurt, son what are you doing all the way out here?'' pitying myself.

''Just thinking of story's mum used to tell me. Remember she told me the one about how you two met each other?'' Burt's face gleamed and he laughed softly.

''Yes i remember. I was a big softy back them. She kept on my toes and she kept you content too.'' Burt knelt beside Kurt and grabbed his right hand. ''Son, i wish i could say something that would make you feel better but i was never really good at that. That was your mums job. Carol told me about your little breakdown earlier.'' Kurt's face blushed with embarrassment.

''Kurt let's just focus on making this day good for you, not us you.'' Kurt nodded his head and took the hand his dad had held out for him. ''Let's go see what that daft step-brother of yours is doing.'' He laughed and walked with his dad to the house.

''Dad, do you think ill be sold to a woman or a man ?'' Burt turned his head round, looked at Kurt and then continued to walk to the house.

''Well when your being evaluated id expect them to find out if your gay or not. They would sell you to a man then.'' Tears threatened to fall from his eye's but he held them in, hoping that they wouldn't push through. Burt slid the door open and waiting till Kurt was in before shutting it again. Just as they had walked in Finn walked in holding a bag of cookies and a couple of cards.

''The cookies are from Mr Schue, he says that he wishes he could see you and say good bye but he cant leave school just now. He says he will miss you loads and good luck.''

Kurt didn't need to question Finn as to why Mr Schue had said 'good luck' it was obvious. He meant that because of the rough ride Kurt was about to board. Kurt smiled.

''Next time you see him and when you do see him ill be gone, say thank you for taking over glee club because it was the best thing to happen to me and ill miss him too.'' Finn nodded his head and walked over to Burt, just as Carol walked in. ''So Burt what have we got planned for Kurt over here.'' Finn pointed his thumb in Kurt's direction.

''Well me and Carol were thinking, what if we all spend the day in the house watching movies of Kurt's choice and no doubt they will be various musicals and we just have fun.'' Carol walked over to Kurt and placed her hand on his shoulder. ''Also Kurt we would like to give you your birthday gift just now.'' Kurt smiled but what difference would it make, he was being dragged away tomorrow what difference shall giving a present make but he had to be grateful. ''You guys didn't need to get me anything.'' Burt scoffed. ''Bull shit of course we did.'' Carol scolded Burt for swearing. ''Burt! none of that language.'' He held up his hand and smiled. ''Guilty.'' Kurt laughed at his dad's expression.

Carol walked out before returning moments later with a fairly medium sized box, it wasn't wrapped, just closed. She passed the box to Kurt, he ran his hand over the velvet red cover and smiled. ''Go on, open it.'' Kurt giggled at Finn's impatience. He flipped open the lid and took the cover off to reveal a silver bracelet, it had ringlets and a small plaque in the middle. ''Turn over the plaque.'' He slowly turned it over after hearing Burt's words. Once it was rotated completely it read

''Forever in our heart's, we will never forget you. B.C. F&ND's.''

Kurt let a tear fall from his eye when reading the initials of his dad, Carol, Finn and the New Directions.''I don't know what to say, thank you so much!'' Finn, Carol and Burt engulfed Kurt in a huge hug and whispered sweet nothings to him. ''We want you to wear that every day, they wont take it off you, you are aloud at least three items with you. We want that to be one of them.'' Kurt bit his lip. ''Ill never take this off.'' Allowing his head to rest against Burt's shoulder, Kurt nodded slightly. He would never take this off even if his life depended on it.

After a long hug session Kurt headed up the stairs to figure out what his next two items would be. He was not aloud to take clothes, which disgusted him at the thought of his master dressing him. Maybe he could take a picture? No. He had to think, two items just two. If he was aloud Kurt would take his phone but no contact was aloud unless his master agreed to it. However he was aloud an ipod.

''There that will be item number two then.''

At least he could listen to music. He would download loads of music later, maybe even some of the New Directions recorded songs. So that was his precious new bracelet, ipod and well now what? He turned his head towards his bedside table and smiled. In the direction of Kurt's eyes was a beautiful picture of his mum. He lifted it gently and smiled at the way his eyes were exactly like her's, he admired the picture for a good ten more minutes before placing it beside his ipod and charger. He paced around the room for a little longer, running his hands along his dressing table, laughing at all the pictures of him and his friend's. Kurt took them all off, walked over to his mother's picture, opened up the back of the frame and placed the pictures of his family and friends behind it.

''There i have my mum and the rest of the people in my life.''

He picked up a few other funny pictures, like the unicorn Kurt one Brittany had made for him earlier in the year, a picture of him and Mr Schuester, concert tickets, his pocket handkerchief and a letter from his mom. He had never opened the letter but he would some day, he placed the last items in the frame and shut the back, smiling because they fit perfectly.

Kurt smiled some more, lay down on his bed clutching his mothers picture close to his chest. This slavery thing was making him stronger, it made him a fighter and he would always fight or argue with his new master. The person who bought him would be in for a rough ride, if they think Kurt will listen they are sorely mistaken. An hour passed, Kurt wished he could stay in that hour for years but he couldn't. He stood from the bed, placed his mothers picture back on the bedside table and strode over to his dressing table where his laptop was sitting. He flipped open the lid, turned on the laptop and logged on. Kurt had decided to delete most files and school work last night before bed. The only thing he had left were his facebook, twitter and songs he could download to his ipod before he was taken. He quickly set to the task of downloading over one hundred songs that caught his eye, including fifty of his favourite New Direction's songs. Leaving them to download, Kurt rose from his desk and paced around the room for a good half an hour.