He was jostled awake by a rather firm push to his side from his trainer, Maria. He hadn't even heard her open the door, he couldn't believe how deep a sleep he was just in. He sat up rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms above his head.

"Time to get up. It's 9am and i don't want to wait to get started, so chop chop." He quickly leaned over to grab his sand shoes and pull them on over his ankle socks. He wondered what his hair looked like. Probably a mess no doubt; not to mention his face. Kurt stood up rubbing his hands on his pants looking back to see if his safe was closed, he nodded to Maria to tell her he was ready. She took him by the arm and pulled him out of his temporary room. She spoke strictly and sternly.

"I will take you to the wash room. This is how the wash room works so listen up." He nodded quickly before she continued. "We work very hard in this establishment to keep you lot in your place. In the wash room you will wash your face, your arms and legs, your hair and will brush your teeth with the toothbrush i will give you in there. Slaves only get to wash twice, before they start training fully and at the end of their stay. Clear?"

"Crystal." She nodded and yanked his arm forward to catch up with her pace. Her head was held high and she motioned for Kurt to keep his head up too, incase they had a run in with a slightly stricter trainer. They walked down at least four corridors until they reached the last room on the fourth corridor. She opened the metal door and pushed Kurt inside with her only a few steps behind him. She pointed towards the many wash basin's which had been filled with what looked like cold water and an unsatisfactory soap bar had been placed beside it.

"Go wash up and here is your toothbrush." She handed him a blue basic toothbrush, nothing fancy.

"I will be outside come to the door when your done." He nodded as she left. Kurt groaned and walked over to the basin. The floor was covered with ceramic tile, a stale blue colour, he winced when he looked to the wall to see it was covered in what looked like..fresh blood. The walls were a pale grey much like the rest of the building. He bent down pulling his quarter length pants up over his knees to avoid getting his pants wet with the water that was all over the floors. He reached into the water and shivered at how cold the water actually was. Grabbing the wash cloth that thankfully had been cleaned, he rubbed some of the soap bar which smelt like apples on to the tip of the cloth and in circles massaged it over his sickly pale face. Once finished he cupped his hands in the ice cold water and splashed it up onto his face a couple of times to clear the sticky soap, gasping at the temperature. After doing the same with his legs and arms he grabbed the shampoo in the small bottle beside the basin and put a dollop of it on his hand. The shampoo was again a fruity smell, it resembled grapes. He worked a lather into his chesnut brown hair and made sure to get behind his ears. Once washed out he put the soaps back where he got them and stood up pulling his clothes to sit right again. He walked over to the only mirror and looked at his messy wet hair. It didn't look too bad so he didn't try to fix it; it would dry okay anyway. He headed towards the door and opened it, revealing Maria looking at her nails (which were badly chewed).

"Done? Good. Now come, its training time." He followed her back through the halls, passing the holding area where he slept. He wondered if Rosie was okay, had she been out earlier? Shrugging it off he followed Maria with his head fixed to the ground. They stopped outside another metal door, it looked like a prisons cell door, she opened it and pushed him inside quickly followed by herself. The room had a couple of desks, a white board and there was another door at the back of the room. It just looked like classroom at Mckinley maybe not as colourful but more dull. Maria motioned for him to sit down at one of the desks. Once seated Maria began explaining how they use this room.

"Okay so, this is the room where we teach a slave their duties. How they have to act. How they must obey. Ect, You get the picture. We teach slaves these rules and whats expected of them at the start of the stay. Only one slave is allowed in the room at a time to avoid talking between each slave. I will go easy on you during my time training you as i am sure you have been informed of the women trainers here." He nodded and nearly gasped as she smiled. "Although i can't say the same for your male trainer."

"Excuse me but may i ask a question?"

"Go on."

"I was showed the punishment area and-"

"Wait how did you get in there?" Her eyes were wide and confused.

"This man brought me in for a 'laugh' or something."

"Ah i see. What an idiot."

"Well i was told only the men punish is that true?"

"I'm afraid so. Apparently the women go too soft on slaves. Nothing to worry about just don't act up and you should be fine. I see fire in your eyes boy and that is bad when being here of all places."

"Okay."

"Well i will begin teaching you the basics of being a slave. Please note that when you are bought, your master might take a different approach to you as a slave, they mostly always do. So being a slave, you are seen as a servant to sexual to domestic or feeding needs depending on who buys you of course. Some masters expect you to fulfil them sexually, now we don't teach you how to pleasure as its not our place to say, it will be your master who will require the needs. Sexual needs can go from well i am going to be blunt, it can go from blowjobs, handjobs, full on penetrative sex, rimming, you name it. Domestic needs can be cooking, cleaning, fetching requirements for your master or even just being with your master at all times. Feeding needs are from what your thinking as i can see your disgust is when you will need to provide your blood or flesh to your master. You will either have to extract your blood or bare yourself to your master. If you refuse any of these needs you will be punished in the way your new master sees fit. Understand?"

"Yes." He was going to nod but remembered how Maria had snapped at him earlier the day before for not speaking his anwsers.

"Good. Now what i as your trainer for the first three days of your stay shall teach you is how to obey, this will be followed on to your male trainer as well.. Oh and Kurt?" He raised his head when Maria said his name instead of speaking directly out of nowhere.

"Yes?"

"Keep your head down. Don't get involved with 'rebelious' slaves, it is not a good idea. The best thing you could do for yourself would be to stay quiet and listen.", Kurt nodded and reached a hand up to wipe his eyes which has began watering. He wasn't crying. No, just tired. The corners of Maria's mouth turned upwards and gave a short smile to him, who was left stunned.

"We will first begin with how to act around your master and his company. Stand please, very good; also extremely straight." She bent over and wrote on Kurt's file, 'Good posture'. "Now, some masters like you to kneel by their feet, come kneel by my feet." Kurt walked over still keeping his rigid form and kneeled down onto his knee's beside the trainers feet; clasping his hands. She nodded and again leant over to write another advantage to buying Kurt. Files had to be kept for each slave, to ensure their new masters got an insight to what they would be dealing with; so far Kurt was doing great. After adding 'Obeys well with basic commands.', she looked back down to Kurt who had his eyes staring up at her. She couldn't get over how adorable this boy looked but she had to admit she wasn't worried for him, he looked as if he could handle anything but thats what she is afraid of too.

"Great. Okay now i want you to listen. Supernatural beings are very strict when it comes to how you act when around their supperiors or their community, lords are very strict on a slave staying by their sides; you must obey Kurt, dangerous things can happen when around other immortals. What is expected of you during get togethers is usually to remain silent unless spoken to by your master, stay in the position your master puts you, anwser their parents if they have any; family is a big thing for a lord immortal, they expect respect." After going through countless hours of information Kurt needed to know, he felt exhausted. He wanted to crawl into a hole and hibernate for a million years, it may have not been physical work but it was stressful to remember a lot of the things Maria had explained. Besides being told how to act and feel he felt good but with a hint of anger, why should he just stand and do as he is told.. he isn't an animal. Kurt lifted his head up from the floor when Maria tapped him on the shoulder.

"Good. You stayed in the spot for two hours, well done; most slaves just can't handle it and have to move. Ok, so its time for a break and its 11:00, i will take you back to where the slaves are placed; like the place i told you. When you go in, mingle. It's the best to get to know who you are in the slave house with, remember no trouble. You have a half an hour break, i will come get you at 11:30 and we will continue till 1:15 then you can have another half an hour, then more training till 3:00 and then we are finished for the day. Any questions?". The time breaks seemed confusing but i guess it was all they could fit in.

"Yes what happens at three?"

"You get to hang around in the slave courtyard again but only for two hours, then its meal time. During meal time you are taking to the benches next door to the sleep area, you will get one meal to last you the night. Vegetarian or not; you eat or you dont." Kurt timidly nodded and walked out of the intimidating room down the halls, he watched as other slaves were being dragged from each of the rooms; they looked expressionless, sickly even. This place still puzzled Kurt, why was everyone like robots? Well he found it quite a stupid question to ask really but he wouldn't blame them, some couldn't even stand up from being beaten so badly. He felt so lonely. He needed to speak to Rosie, now.

Blaine stretched his arms out when he rose from his black satin sheets and groaned. He felt worn out today, probably from his fight with Sebastian. On the upside Nick and Jeff would be arriving today, he had missed his friend, he had been friends with Nick since he was three years old; they found out about their demon ways and grew up learning from each other. When Nick had gotten Jeff, he felt... jealous but he had to be happy for his friend. Nick was always pestering him about getting a slave, maybe when he tells him today he would finally shut up about it. Jeff was hyper all the time and got on not only Nick's nerves but his as well, he has played up many times in his home; i guess seeing places other than his own home made him a little loopy.

Rubbing a hand over his leg under the covers and threading the other through his hair, Blaine smiled. His skin felt firm under his fingers and his hair was soft, still the small curls visable. He wondered if the servants had arrived today or not, should he give them the day off? He was in an unusual good mood, he felt strong and tamed today; even if he did have a little fight with Sebastian yesterday. Looking over at the time he winced when the clock read '06:00am', why had he waken so early? Groaning, he stood up from the bed and padded his way into his bathroom. Unlike most rooms his bathroom had a calm aura surrounding it. The walls were painted a dark brown with two paintings hanging from the right and left wall; one of his friends and one of his family. The floor was a very rare expensive cream tile, each segment had a light brown triangle. He had a walk in shower with streaming jets and many settings, a porcelain toilet, a firm oak bath tub with golden handles and a golden tap, a sink which was again porcelain with a crystal cut mirror, a orchid plant by the side of the shower and cabinet with all his bathroom supplies. He liked to feel calm when showering, free from stress and a place to relieve himself.

He walked across the tile onto a bath rug in the middle of the floor, he had decided to sleep naked last night as the servants were absent and Ash wouldn't come in on a Friday morning. He ran his hands down his torso feeling his musles twitch under the pressure. He avoided the area below his abdomen as he didn't usually get off until his shower or bath, it cleans the mess afterall; it didn't stop him getting hard though. Again smiling he moved over to the bath and began running the water, adding a strawberry bath oil. Waiting for his bath he gently tugged a towel from the second cabinet by sink and placed in on the side table next to the bath. Once the bath was ready he climbing in and sat down in the heat, relaxing in the strawberry scented water. He couldn't wait to share a bath with his slave, yes he was lonely and bored of being lonely but when he had his slave he would feel better. He ran a hand under the water wrapping his hand around his hard cock and tugging a few times, he moaned and picked up the pace, he was so horny. He gripped his untamed hair with his other hand and tugged and tugged his cock till he was on the brink of release. Suddenly he roared in pleasure, his hips twitching up and out of the water; his body spasming to the max. He groaned for a long period of time until all the whiteness of his cum was glistening over his abdomen. After gently lowering himself back into the heat, he grabbed his shampoo and massaged it through his locks, rinsing it off and cleaning his body of sweat and cum. He stepped out of the bath and onto the rug, draining the water and drying himself off; wrapping his damp towel around his waist and stood by the sink and mirror. After brushing his sharp teeth, not bothering to shave his stubble, he walked through to stand infront of his walk in wardrobe; deciding what to wear.

He decided on a dark green sweater over a white shirt, dark denim jeans and dress shoes. Looking at his hair he couldn't decide what he actually wanted to do with it today, not wanting to make a bad descision he walked over to the panel beside the door and pressed the button to call Ash's room. After a few rings she picked up, sounding bright and cheerful.

'Hello sir, how can i help you?'

'Hello Ash did you sleep well?'

'Yes sir i did, thank you but what is it you called for sir?'

'Blaine, Ash. Call me Blaine. Well i need you to come to my room, i need some.. styling tips.'

'Let me guess, hair?'

'You know me well.'

'I'll be down soon.'

'Thank you Ash.' The call disconnected and Blaine sat in front of his vanity mirror waiting for Ash to come help with his hair. After five or ten mintues a knock sounded at Blaine's bedroom door, he shouted for Ash to come in. She walked in and smiled when she saw Blaine looking puzzled at the vanity.

"Okay you curly haired demon what is it?" Blaine smirked at the nickname.

"Well first of all does this outfit look okay for spending the day with Nick and Jeff."

"It looks good. Not to dressy, not to casual. Next ponder?"

"What should i do with my hair? It was untamed yesterday but i cant figure out by myself if i should gel it or..?" Ash stopped and stared for a few seconds before her eyes widened and she walked to the right drawer beside his leg, fetching the gel.

"Gel. Yes Gel." She pulled open the gel and grabbed a comb. Spreading the gel throughout Blaine's locks, making sure no curl stood up and spraying some water on the finished looks to reactivate it and give it volume.

"There you go, all done. Looking handsome as ever Lord Anderson." Blaine snorted and lifted her hand to peck a kiss on it.

"Why thank you Ms. Ash Venus Compton. When will our guests be arriving today?"

"Well it's only half seven so only-" She peered down at her watch. "Four more hours sir." Blaine nodded and motioned for Ash to accompony his to sit by the window, where a fitted velvet bench was situated. Staring out the window with Ash for a few minutes before she broke the silence.

"You know the servants were most grateful to you Blaine, for giving them some time to have some fun for themselves. They wanted me to thank you for them."

"Well tell them they are welcome. I was actually thinking on giving them the day off today."

"Sir, maybe that isn't a good idea. If you remember i am leaving for the slave house today, as soon as Sir Nick arrives."

"Oh. Yes i forgot about that, is it far?"

"Not to far but i'm afraid i wont be back until the evening, i will leave at twelve and will be there around two."

"Fine. I am going to go to the music room, read a book and play some piano. You may fetch a servant to clean my room and bathroom."

"Of course Sir." She ran out the room and up the stairs at the end of the corridor. Blaine sighed and headed for the music room, to spend his time in there before Nick and trouble arrived.

The slave courtyard was indeed depressing and yet again dull. Slaves walked around in circles, some curled up into balls and stayed in the corners away from everyone else, only a few actually talked to each other but Kurt just wanted to find Rosie. He scanned the full courtyard till he landed on the blonde haired petite girl, she was curled up in a ball, her face staring up into the sky. He slowly walked over to her and sat down beside her. She didn't notice at first but smiled when she saw him.

"Hi Kurt."

"Hi Rosie, are you okay?"

"I suppose but i am so fucking tired. Sorry for swearing but yeah."

"Its okay, i'm tired too. What did you do in slave training?"

"He told me how to act and everything like that, it was... draining. He is such an asshole, what about you?"

"Same thing actually, i agree it is draining."

"You know i am so hungry i don't think i have ate since yesterday morning before i was taken."

"I haven't ate since the day before yesterday, i guess we just need to wait till meal time. Wonder what crappy food we will get huh?"

"Who knows-" she giggled and continued. "We going to sit together at meal time yeah?"

"Of course." She smiled and snuggled into Kurt's side, even though Kurt was an only child until Finn came, he always wanted a little sister to snuggle with. Rosie would have been a great sister. They sat in silence for a good five mintues before they began talking about their lifes before they were brought here.

"I had great friends, i loved them all. You know our school was not like yours Kurt, it wasn't stereotypical like you explained. There wasn't much bullys and we all talked to one another. I'm sorry you lost your first kiss to that lunitic, it must have been scary for him to force himself on you like that."

"Its okay, i'm over it. It wasn't really my first kiss, well it was with a boy. I tried to hide my sexuality from by dad by making out with my friend Brittany."

"Really?! Thats hilarious."

"Yeah. What was your first kiss like?"

"I-" She paused and sighed. "I haven't kissed anyone before." Kurt saw the hurt in her eyes and held her tighter.

"I'm sorry."

"It sucks because i don't want to have my first kiss with some immortal freak."

Underneath the sarcastic and dry confidence Rosie was still really young, she may be the same age as everyone here but Kurt couldn't help see that she acted much younger around him. He hated this. He hated being here and he was sure Rosie hated it too. Everyone here must hate it. He wished immortals didn't exist, that they were really a fantasy. However they weren't, they were real and they ruled slaves, wither they liked it or not. He wondered if Rosie was scared of getting a master like he was too but all he wanted to do was comfort her right now, they could talk more about that later on.

"Shh, its okay. Just forget about that now."

"Okay, thanks Kurtie." Kurt smiled at the nickname and giggled when Rosie ruffled his hair. There was a pause before Rosie began talking again.

"You have porcelain skin."

"What?"

"Your skin. It's so creamy and flawless. I would kill for your skin."

"Oh no! Please don't skin me alive." They both burst out into a fit of giggles and kept laughing for a good fifteen minutes until another slave beside them snapped at them. He had black short hair, was buff and had the number '1163' on his t-shirt.

"Will you two shut up! What are you laughing for? Your in a fucking slave house, your gonna get fucking sold for christ sake, to some vampire or bloody werewolf!" Kurt pushed back into Rosie when the slave urged forward to stand right beside Kurt only a few inches away from his legs. Rosie pulled Kurt into her lap and cuddled him, she saw the panic in his eyes. Kurt shivered, it felt like being back in the locker room with Karofsky screaming in his face right before the forced kiss.

"Shh Kurtie, its okay." She turned her head and glared at the slave before sliding Kurt gently onto the floor by her feet and stood up to stand in front of the slighty taller slave.

"Look what you did! He's upset, are you happy now!? Isn't it good to be cheerful instead of being train wreaks like you." The other slave sneered and walked away from Rosie and the still shivering Kurt. She knelt beside him and held him close before jumping when she heard her name being called from the door to the slave courtyard.

"ROSIE JAMES! COME HERE, YOUR BREAK IS OVER!" She jumped up but not before whispering into Kurt's ear. "Meet me back here on your next break. If i'm not there wait for me." She ran to her male trainer who attached a lead to the collar she was already wearing and dragged her away. Kurt stared at the dusty gravel covered ground and sniffled. He waited another five mintues, tears streaming down his face until he heard his own name being called by Maria.

"KURT HUMMEL, TIME UP!" He slowly rised and walked over to Maria, she gave him a worrying look and grabbed his wrist pulling him through the slave rooms. She stopped abruptly at his own cell. Cupping his face in her hands.

"Kurt whats wrong?"

"Th.i..i...s sla... was-"

"Shh. Come here." She pulled him into a hug before looking around to see if anyone was watching, she shouldn't be doing this, she should leave him miserable but he reminded her of her own baby brother before she was taken. After not being bought she had to become this slave trainer and she didn't like it.

"Okay, lets go back to the room we were in before. We will talk for a while. No training but i mean it this is a one off. Okay?" She let him off with nodding and pulled him back through the corridors to the dull classroom he had been in before doing training. He sat down in the seat he was in before and stared at the desk, scratching at it with his nails. Maria did not speak, neither did Kurt.. there was no point to talking. Maria felt sorry for Kurt, he was just a kid; well everyone here were just kids but something about Kurt just striked her, he didn't belong here. He didn't deserve this, he just didn't. When she had first seen him, she had wanted to wrap him up in her arms and never let go. He was just so young.

Blaine had jumped up when Ash had came to tell him Nick had arrived, he had shot up the stairs at a blinding pace and up the stairs to his upstairs lounge; where Jeff was sitting on Nicks lap. Blaine carefully sneaked up behind Nick but stopped when Nick spun round. He grinned and stood up to hug Blaine.

"Hello my old friend."

"Well hello Nick."

"Its good to see you again." They pulled out of their hugs to see Jeff standing behind Nick, grinning as usual. Blaine smiled and walked around Nick to pull the slave into a bone crushing hug, he may be annoying but he did love him just as much as Nick.

"Hello Jeff."

"Hi Sir."

"Jeff, please call me Blaine, i have told you before."

"Blaine." The three laughed and sat on the couches, Ash came through and smiled when she saw the three of them laughing away and talking. She went to stand beside Blaine, to whisper a message. Blaine listening carefully, trying to miss no detail.

'Sorry to bother you sir but there is a letter from your parents, i sat it on your office desk underneath your paper weight.'

'Is that all Ash?"

'Well no, i will be leaving soon.'

'Oh very well. Take the black rolls-royce please. Get the chaffeur to take you please.'

'Yes sir. Do you need me to get any servants to get you some beverages?'

'Yes please. One moment.'Blaine turned from Ash's ear and face Nick and Jeff who were sitting patiently waiting for Blaine to say something. Jeff seemed squirmish somehow, it made Blaine wonder; he would have to ask Nick later.

"Do you two fancy a drink?" Nick turned to stare at Jeff who just shrugged.

"Yes thank you. I will have a brandy for now and Jeff will just have some water just now." Jeff glared at his master, he often never let him drink alchohol even though he was nineteen.

"That will be all Ash, i will see you later tonight."

"Of course, sir." She walked out of the lounge leaving Blaine to chat with Nick and Jeff. They brought up old memories, laughing about some of the wild times they had in school and how they used to scare the village humans. Before Demonic became a full demon village, humans had lived there; not many but a few. It had been a nusiance to most Demons as all they wanted to do was rip their throats our to feed but when the law stated that all humans were to be put together, it caused a stir but kept the demons of Demonic happy.

(Flashback)

Blaine had remember when he had had his first taste of human blood, it had been in the summer when he was aged fourteen, a human boy had gotten lost and wondered into the forest where Blaine used to relax in; he always loved sitting in the trees watching the stream of water below glide through the rocks. The boy had stumbled into Blaine's eye view, he looked scared and confused; as if he had wandered off the rode from his parents. Blaine had stared at the boy for a long time, he could practically feel the blood rushing through the boys veins, he could smell it, the flesh and he could feel the emotion pounding in the boys heart. He had slowly climbed down the tree and stood behind the boy, who had still not noticed Blaine's presence. He blew on the boys neck making the young fourteen year old smile when he turned around suddenly. Blaine could still remember the fear in the boys voice.

'Wh..who are you?' He had stared at the shiving form for a minute or two before anwsering.

'You don't need to know but what i want to know is, what are you doing here?'

'I..i got lost. My parents were back there or...or i don't know where they are now.' Tears had slipped down the boys pale face and he has brought his hands up to his face before continuing. 'My mummy told me to never w...walk away from them but i did. Now i can't find them and they are probably worrying about me.' Blaine had listened to the boys cries and had smirked, this boy was pathetic but many humans were pathetic he had been told.

'You shouldn't have walked off. Your 'mummy' was right, its dangerous for you to be out here, you don't know what creatures could be lurking about around here.'

'Can you pl..ple..please help me get back?' Blaine had pondered whither he should take the boy back to his family, his sense of direction had always been good. However he couldn't bring himself to stop toying with the lost boy.

'No. I dont waste my time on petty little humans, you are verman. Its your own fault for wandering.'

'Please, your human too.'

'No. I. Am. Not. You see this is what your mother was afraid of, by creatures as i was explaining before, she was afraid you would run into someone like me. Someone who could rip you limb from limb.'

'Wha..what i wrong with your eyes?' Blaine's eyes were dark and menacing. He had been angry with the boy for incinuating he was a 'human'.

'I am not a human, i am a. Demon.' The boy had begun to take a few steps back but Blaine had grasped his wrist in a punishing bone crushing hold. The boy whimpering and had tried to pull his wrist free but it was no use, Blaine may have been a fourteen year old but he was strong; not to mention he was a demon.

'Please. Please me go. I'm sorry i bothered you.' Blaine had laughed rather loudly in mock of the boys pleas. He yanked the boy closer and gripped his neck harshly, earning a yelp from the boy. His eyes had filled with terror. Blaines eyes.. well they had turned pitch black and his teeth had sharpened. He had been told not to feed on any human but he couldn't help it, the blood was swirling in the boys veins and he could smell the delicious substance already. He had lunged into the young ones neck, the boy letting out a blood curling scream; it must have been heard way into the streets of Demonic but Blaine, he could not care less. The taste was incredible, it tasted like a summers morning blossoming through his taste buds, if summer was a flavour this would be it. The boy had moaned in small cries and struggling in Blaine's arms. The two had sunk to the ground, Blaine holding the boys neck and back over his knees; still sucking and biting in new places. He had not heard this boys name or his age but again he couldn't care less. The boys pathetic screams had died down and he was just barely awake when Blaine had pulled away, his eyes returning to the hazel orbs and his teeth returning to their usual state. He smiled at the blood still oozing from his victims neck. The boy was dying, it had sunk in pretty quickly as Blaine had begun to panic. He had whipped his phone out and called his big brother 'Cooper'. Cooper had came in a matter of minutes, cursing when he saw the young boy still alive but barely moving.

'Fuck, Blaine what have you done!? You know better than to feed from a human!'

'It's not my fault Coop! I couldn't stop, please help me.' His pleas had been similar to the boys from earlier and he suddenly had felt guilty. He watched as Cooper bit into his own wrist and held it over the boys now quiviring lips, his brothers blood had dripped into the boys mouth; the colour returning to the on the brink of death boys cheeks. He coughed and spluttered, returning to his shiving form. He pulled from Coopers hold and scrambled back towards a tree. Cooper turned to his brother and growled.

'You! Get up to the house and stay there.'

'W..what are you going to do?'

'I am going to a friend of mines and i'm taking this boy to wipe any recolection of tonights events from his little head and then i'm taking him back to his parents. You go and wait in your room.'

'Are you going to tell our parents?' Cooper had stared into his brother eyes for a few seconds before providing him with an anwser.

'No but just this one time little brother. This, will never happen again. Understood?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Good, now go.' He had ran back home very quickly and had sank onto his own bed, pondering over what he had done. Being the age he was, Blaine was cared for and looked after by his brother as his parents were too busy looking over Demonic. He was punished by his brother, not a spanking as that was strictly for disobeying slaves, if his dad had known it would have been a spanking or a harsh slap but Cooper had just gotten him to clean around the house, instead of the servants; for a whole month. Cooper had been given the choice of being the Lord of Demonic but had turned down the opportunity to live with his slave 'Carly', Blaine had been given the title when he was only seventeen.

(End Flashback)

Blaine was brought back to the present time from hearing Nick giving Jeff a telling off for being restless.

"Jeff! Stop squirming and sit still please." Nick looked back to Blaine, smiling. "You seemed to be in your own little world there Blaine."

"Yes i was actually. Anyway what would you like to do for the night?"

"Well i think we need a catch up, dont you?"

"Indeed. Lets... catch up." The men exchanged smirks and began talking about things they had been needed to tell each other for quite sometime, Blaine still wanted to ask Nick why his slave was squirming so much but it could wait till after Jeff was out of their hair.

The training had continued throughout the day till his next break, he had spoke with Rosie again, they got to know each other better. It was now time for meal time, he had been brought through by Maria and was told to sit beside anyone. He saw Rosie sitting at the end bench, smiling and motioning him to come sit beside her. Once seated they sat quietly waiting for their 'dinner' to be served, they were given each bowls of soup, not much to fill their grumbling bellies but enough to warm them up. They each got one piece of sliced crusty bread to go with it, the soup from what Kurt could see was either normal vegetable or something with vegetable in it, either way it didn't look satisfying but he ate anyway; he was starving after all.

"So how was the rest of training?",Rosie said while eating a piece of her bread.

"It was okay. Oh who am i kidding? It was tiring, boring and it bloody pissed me off." Rosie's eyes widened at Kurt's outburst, luckily it wasn't too loud to attract attention of the four stand in watchers around the room.

"Not very good then. Mines was the same, its so boring. I got taught how to kneel, what the hell? Did you?" At Kurt's nod she just sniggered. The two ate in silence after that, their wasn't much to talk about; they both didn't want to say much with the watchers being there. A boy had been dragged out his seat and kicked in the stomach for laughing. Laughing. He was dragged away somewhere, neither Kurt or Rosie knew but they had a hunch it would be the punishment area room outside. When meal time was over each slave was taken back to their cells, Kurt was put in roughly by Maria but he saw the apolegetic look in her eye, once the door was shut he waited for Rosie. He was so tired, he missed his family and his friends; he wanted to go home. About fifteen minutes later a knock at the shutter beside him startled him, he had been day dreaming for a long time but slowly brought the shutter back to reveal Rosie; smiling and winking. He cheered up a bit after that.

"Hi Kurtie!"

"Hi Rosie."

"So lets play 20 questions as i think thats all we are gonna get to do in here." she giggled in unison with Kurt. Rosie nearly screamed out aloud.

"Me first! Okay, how many girls have you kissed?"

"One, Britney. How many boys have you kissed?"

"Three, can't remember their names-", the two laughed together. "Whats your favourite designer brand?"

"Ooh tough one. Alexander Mcqueen or Marc Jacobs, cant choose. Whats your favourite food?"

"Not the drizzle we had tonight." Again the two were both laughing. It carried on like that, they shared earphones, listening to the New Directions songs. Kurt was glad he had Rosie to look up to and laugh with, maybe this stay wouldn't be so bad afterall.

Ash walked up towards the gate to the slave house, it had been an all right journey but the traffic was bad in some places. The man standing at the entrance looked grungy and angry. She walked up towards him handing him a reference card of Blaine's. The man simply nodded and lead her inside, she was introduced to a Russian female, she couldn't quite tell if she was okay with speaking to her but she had to get an insight.

"So you are here to view slaves for your Lord ?"

"Yes Ms."

"Very well, i can't show you them as its the rule but i can show you some files. We have a minimum of five males we can show you, it was male your Lord is looking for?"

"Yes Ms." The russian woman moved around to a cabinet and pulled out five seperate files and placed them on the desk. She opened up the first one.

"File 1163. Brad Perry. Short black hair, 6,3 (really tall), muscled. He's been here for longer than usual slaves are. He wasn't bought yesterday evening. His traits are, badly tempered, disobediat no matter how hard our trainers work with him, mean to other slaves-" Ash stopped her by putting her hand up.

"Sorry but thats not good in Lord Andersons, requests."

"Well what is 'Lord Anderson' looking for, that would be easier." Ash took a minute to think before laying down all the requests. She thought hard to go through all of Blaine's requests.

"Well he said and i quote most of it. A virgin, someone vulnerable; easy to control, tall but not too tall and from my opinion... i picture in my mind, a pale skinned boy, mesmerising eyes-" she was cut off my the russian.

"I'm going to stop you right there. From what you have described i can say its a resemblance to a boy we got in yesterday... File 1666. Kurt Hummel. Almost chestnut coloured hair, skin like porcelain, his eyes are what striked me the most, they were a blend of blue, green and gray... mind blowing. He seemed innocent which is why i ...i shouldn't be telling you this but i changed his trainer. He was supposed to be with a more strict cruel trainer but i changed it, he seemed so vulnerable. He is a virgin, he is gay, tall but not too tall, 5'9 exactly. I'm afraid i cant tell you traits as he is not yet evaluated but he should be on sale next Friday."

"H-he sounds... perfect, actually. Just what Lord Anderson was looking for."

"I want to ask you something."

"Of course Ms."

"Is this Anderson fellow, nice?"

"Oh yes, he is very sweet but he doesn't take any sass from anyone. Overall he is just trying to be a good Lord to his village, nothing more."

"What is he? Wolf, human, vampire like myself or?" Ash gasped, she had guessed she was a vampire.

"No, he is a demon. Lord Anderson of Demonic, son to Former Lord Everett Anderson and Lady Vivien Anderson; also brother to Sir Cooper Anderson."

"I thought i had heard of him, i guess i was right."

"Of course being a vampire we don't get on, him and his family that is but none the less, i'm sure if he purchases Mr Hummel; he will make a good master."

"Thank you so much, i will be leaving now Ms."

"Goodbye." Ash walked back out of the esablishment, wincing when she heard screams; she had remember what it was like to be stuck here; the punishment, the horror and the terror. She ran to the gate murmering a quick goodbye to the cold man at the gate and entered the car, almost screaming at the driver to drive out of this place. quickly. She wouldn't tell Blaine anything about Kurt Hummel, he seemed too good to be true and she didn't want Blaine to get his hopes up. At least until he saw the boy.

Nick and Blaine talked most of the night, Jeff had still been squirming all night and had earned himself a spank; just one but still. Nick turned round from Blaine's bar, smiling when he saw Jeff sound asleep on the long sofa.

"I should probably put him in bed. Spare room?"

"Your usual one." Nick popped off the seat and carried the sleeping slave in a bridal style hold, moving out of Blaine's eyeline as he walked down the hall to the room he stayed at when he was here with Jeff. Blaine waited for Nick, popping open a bottle of whiskey; pouring himself and his friend a drink. He turned round to see Nick already back in his seat, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of his whiskey.

"He woke up, asking me why he was going to be so early. I simply told him because i said so and gave him a kiss goodnight."

"Aw how sweet."

"Speaking of slav-" Blaine cut him off punching his arm, Nick rubbed the sore spot.

"Enough Nick. I have decided to get one."

"Finally!", Nick shouted loudly but quickly quietened down to avoid rewaking Jeff.

"Yes, yes i know."

"So when are you getting him?"

"Next Friday, Ash is away to the slave house today, to get me details."

"Oh how exciting but Blaine what made you want to get one?"

"Truth is my father sent me a letter, reminding me of the demon ball at their mansion and that it would be better to put myself out of shame, to get a slave. I knew i was getting too old and it was about time so i arranged for Ash to leave today."

"Ah yes the demon ball, i recieved a letter from your parents a week ago. What are you looking for, slave wise?"

"All in good time Nick, we have all of tomorrow, you should catch some sleep with your dear Jeff. However before you go i must tell you about the events of yesterday with 'Smythe'."

"Oh god, what happened?"

"He snapped.", Nick looked puzzled.

"Snapped?"

"I mentioned that his slave Riley was just another blood bank amonst other things and he snapped. Fought with me in my office and then we had a fight in the hallway, which was seperated by Riley."

"How, strange."

"I agree, its unusual for Smythe to snap like that over a slave."

"Indeed. Well we will see him on the night of the gathering, then we can play some games with him."

"Sounds like fun Nick." They talked for another hour before Nick stood up, staggering a little from the over intoxication. Demons never got drunk, just tipsy. They hugged a goodnight but not before Blaine asked the question he had been thinking about all night.

"Why was Jeff so squirmy tonight?" Nick frowned but knew better than to keep secrets from his best friend.

"I had to give him a very angry spanking last night."

"May i ask why?"

"He.. shouted and screamed at me all of last night, he was having some sort of mood swing. It was over the fact that i wouldn't let him leave the bedroom as he was not sleeping well and i thought he could use some extra sleep. The last straw was when he flung a plate at my head. I growled, grabbed him and pulled him over my knee; i spanked him for an hour and a half. Harsh i know but it was no excuse for him to lash out at his master."

"I agree but maybe he is lonely."

"I never thought of that but hey maybe with your slave on the way, they can bond. It should be good for Jeff to have some company, someone to talk to and i'm sure your slave will enjoy it too."

"Good idea, goodnight Nick." The two men bid goodnight, returning to their rooms for the night, Blaine stripped slowly; pulling on pajama pants and a tank top, crawling into bed and lying down in the cocoon of pillows. He had texted Ash earlier to tell her to go straight to her housing for the night, it was too late to talk to one another; he would speak to her in the morning. He wondered if she had found anyone that he would like but for now he needed sleep as he was full of alchohol and was exhausted from talking with Nick all night. Tomorrow would be much like today.