They're led out of the back of the van and into a huge house, a single story work of masterful architecture, pale stucco and artful stone looking like a painting in the strange aura of that moment just after sunset when everything is still lit but the whole world is in shades of blue. The inside is even more gorgeous; dark wood and stone and tasteful rugs and paintings and sculptures, arching doorways and guards at attention, guns held relaxed but ready. The group stops in front of the first door on the left inside the entry hall, and the lead dealer murmurs to a guard and then turns around.

"Hoods remain up, you remain silent," he says. "You stay in line, you cooperate, you do whatever I or the other dealers or Mr. Smythe tells you. If Mr. Smythe decides to purchase you, you will be immediately handed over to his possession. If not, you will follow the dealers back out without complaint. Do not rattle your chains, do not make me discipline you. All understood?"

The boys all nod silently, and the dealer smirks.

"Okay. We'll go in when we're called."

It's a long enough wait, enough to have Kurt struggling not to fidget. The others seem perfectly calm, but all he can think is that someone in there is going to be looking at him, and he is naked under this horrid thing, and what if this Smythe wants him--

The door opens and another guard peeks out.

"He's ready for you."

The boys are lead in, and they stay silent. Kurt sneaks a glance up from beneath his hood, and finds himself biting the inside of his lip as, one by one, they're dragged forward, their hoods lowered for the man sprawled out on the couch set just above them on a wide platform.

Sebastian Smythe is handsome, but he scares Kurt immediately. Entirely aside from the fact that he's guessing this is the man who could very likely purchase and rape him very soon, there's something cruel in his smirk, something that tells Kurt that he's not looking at people, he's looking at things. Wares, nothing more. He might as well be looking over cars on a lot. Is it shiny enough? Does it run well? I don't like that color, though, or the line of the hood, next.

And that's how it goes. He doesn't say a word to any of the slaves, just waves them on. They are unsatisfactory to him in some way, and he doesn't care that he's treating them like property, because they are. And it's this man's fault.

Anger floods Kurt, and he knows that it's not a good idea to get riled up. His life could be on the line here. With a deep, quiet breath, he looks away, glancing to the other man in the room.

He must be a slave as well, judging by the fact that he's sitting on the ground by Sebastian's feet. Kurt feels himself blushing uncomfortably as he stares at him, immediately drawn in. He's...he's unsurprisingly handsome, as he's presumably also a bed slave, but what surprises Kurt is just how attractive he, himself, finds him. He looks like an old Hollywood star, with gently slicked curls and wide, pretty eyes. Kurt wonders what he's like, if he's just as cruel as his master, relishing his privileged position of attending his Master during business, or if he's as kind as his eyes say. Kurt wonders what he would've been like if he hadn't been enslaved--would he have been a teacher? A singer? A writer? He could've been a movie star, with a face like that--

He doesn't realize he's been kept back until all the other slaves are pulled aside and the dealer is pulling him forward, speaking before he lowers Kurt's hood.

This is it. This is the moment that will decide his future. Kurt finds himself shaking, his stomach dropping to his feet.

"This one didn't come from the farms," the man says. "I was at the Ohio farm and got approached by someone looking to sell him. I thought you might be interested."

That's new information to Kurt. Who on earth would have approached to sell him? He looks over in surprise, but the dealer's face gives nothing away but his apparent sense of victory. Kurt feels as though his muscles have all turned to stone--that look means nothing good for him. This man knows Sebastian's taste, he works for him, he's catered to him before. He knows Sebastian is going to buy Kurt.

Oh, god. He never had a chance. All this time, he knew--

He looks forward again, all hope leaving him, as his hood is pulled from his face. His anger from before returns, rage that simmers evenly at the injustice of this situation. He raises his eyes, determined not to show fear, but he trembles uncontrollably and tries to cover himself when Sebastian's hand waves and his cloak is removed entirely, leaving him naked but for the shackles around his wrists and ankles.

"How old is he?"

The dealer beside him responds, "Sixteen." Kurt wants to hit him for how smug he sounds.

"I'll sign the paperwork tomorrow," Sebastian says, and his slave walks forward with a handful of paperwork that the dealer exchanges for the key to Kurt's chains, dragging Kurt forward with him. He stumbles, very aware of his nakedness as he rights himself, struggling to stay upright. He can't let them see him fall, they don't deserve to see him fall, they're no better than any bully he's ever faced in his life-- "Leave him. The rest, bring them around to the households on the list."

And that's it. Kurt has been sold.

The others leave, and Kurt feels eyes on him from all around. He stands tall, still shaking, he can hear it in the chains, but he won't let them see it--

"Name."

Kurt tries to look down his nose as Sebastian circles him, eyes digging at him.

"Kurt Hummel," he says. He knows what this man can do, and it terrifies him, so of course he answers, but he wishes he didn't have to. He wishes he could spit in his face, be brave enough to make a statement.

"Well, Kurt Hummel, you've just been purchased as a bed slave." Kurt feels nauseous, but Sebastian continues, his voice slithering around him. "Do you know what that means?"

Kurt nods. He knows exactly what it means. And it's safest not to speak right now, he can't trust himself not to say--

"Good. Then you'll have no trouble adjusting to what is expected of you. Blaine here is seniormost of my boys; as far as you're concerned he's in charge and you'll do as he says. And all his orders come directly from me, so you'll face me if you disobey. Do you understand?"

"I'm not an imbecile."

--something stupid.

Kurt curses his quick mouth. It's gotten him into trouble with bullies before, but he's never wanted to stop it. It's what he has against them, because he's never really been able to fend them off physically, despite his growth spurts. His mind is all he has, and it's served him well, given him strength and a weapon, but that was against bullies--and as much as he feels like they're, on some level, the same, Sebastian is not one of his high school bullies. Sebastian owns him, now, and he holds Kurt's life in his hands. A wrong word, and Kurt can be beaten or killed.

It's a cold reality. He's no longer in charge of himself. Sebastian can do anything to him, and he doesn't have a single defense against him. He has nothing.

It just makes him angrier, boiling in his stomach, rising gall into his throat, burning.

"I like your fire," Sebastian says unexpectedly. Kurt almost breathes out in relief, until Sebastian adds, "It will be usefull."

Sebastian drags his eyes up and down Kurt's body, and Kurt feels like his skin is crawling into himself, trying to hide when there's nothing to hide behind. It lasts until Sebastian turns away.

"Bring him to my rooms. I'll be ready for him as soon as I've showered away the stench of the farm boys."

The slave--Blaine, Kurt remembers--nods, and speaks.

"Shall I prepare him first, Master?"

The meaning of his words doesn't hit Kurt at first. His voice does--quiet, smooth, soothing. Kurt almost doesn't realize that Blaine is talking about getting him ready for his own rape.

"No. I think I have other plans for this one."

Sebastian leaves, and Kurt swallows. What plans? What is Sebastian going to do to him?

Blaine catches his eye, and smiles softly at him, sadly. His eyes are so big, shining as they look at Kurt kindly. Kurt feels himself calming slightly, hypnotized by them, but not nearly enough.

What is Sebastian going to do?

"Come on," Blaine says, stepping forward. He grabs Kurt's robe and throws it around him. He's--he's actually being kind, he's covering Kurt up. He doesn't have--obviously he's seen Kurt naked already, and he's not going to be wearing it for long (don't throw up, don't throw up), but he's doing him this little favor before anything else. It almost breaks Kurt, almost sends him into a puddle of tears--Adam's been the only one who's even been remotely nice to Kurt, but all his advice had been to cooperate, and Kurt can't feel good about that.

But he can feel good about this devastatingly handsome man giving him his body back, if only for a moment.

"What--what's going to happen?" he asks, as Blaine gently removes his chains.

"You're going to spend the night with our Master." Blaine drops the shackles and pointlessly straightens the robe, smoothing out the collar. Kurt feels a little uncomfortable at the almost-contact, but he lets Blaine do it as the implications of what he said fill Kurt.

"The whole night?"

He imagines it, as best he can. Not allowed to sleep--and he's so tired--his body used and hurting and he'll have to spend the whole time scared and in pain and oh, no, his eyes are tearing, he can't stop it, he's just so tired--

"Maybe, but I doubt it." Blaine is still smiling at him, his expression pitying. Kurt sniffles, wishing that the response could make this better. "Generally speaking, once he's finished with you--" (don't throw up) "--he'll fall asleep, and that's when you're free to return to the slave boys' quarters."

"But I--" But I don't want to-- "I don't know what--" I don't know what to do-- "I just--" I just want to go home--

Blaine's hands settle onto his shoulders, and he hushes Kurt gently.

"It'll be okay," Blaine says earnestly, but Kurt doesn't believe him. "I'll tell you everything I can on the way to the bedroom, okay? But we've gotta get going, Sebastian will be angry if he has to wait."

The fear of Sebastian's anger drives Kurt to nod and follow where Blaine leads, out of the room and down a hallway. As they get closer, Kurt gets more and more nervous, more terrified. He has no idea what's waiting for him, really, despite the stories and the movies and the rumors. It could be anything, if only he knew--

"What am I going to have to do tonight?" he asks. Blaine would know, of all people--and he's been kind so far.

"You just do what he says." That's not enough, and Kurt can't help but glare until Blaine continues. "I can't tell you exactly what he will want to do. Chances are, he'll want to fuck you." Kurt almost gags, but Blaine doesn't stop talking. "That's what usually happens with the slave boys he sends for at night--I'm told at dinner who he wants to see, and I make sure they're prepped and ready for him, and they go and come back and go to bed. While they're with him, it's a simple matter of laying down how he tells you to lay down, and letting him do what he wants to do. That's all that will be expected of you at first, though in time you'll learn what he likes and you can find your own pleasure in it, if you're willing and a little lucky. Now come on, it's just up ahead."

But the thing is, Kurt doesn't want to find pleasure in it. He doesn't want to lay there and let Sebastian use him like a sex doll, he doesn't want to let someone invade his body when he doesn't want it. He doesn't want to be raped. But Blaine makes it sound so casual, so easy, and it might be to him, but Kurt can't do that, he wants to wait to have sex until he's in love and it means something, he doesn't want to be hurt and scared and forced--

He turns to Blaine when they stop at a door, Sebastian's door, and he intends to say this. He intends to let Blaine know exactly how much he hates this, hates everything about it, how he won't cooperate with it, how he won't let himself be trampled over. But then he remembers Adam, and you can't live your life as a fortress, Kurt.

"I'm scared," he blurts out, his voice barely above a breathe, and it's the whole truth. No matter what else he's feeling, above all, he just wants it to be over so he can stop being so frightened.

"Just go in and wait," Blaine says, looking so understanding and sweet. He's trying to make it easy for Kurt. "Just stand by the bed and wait, and do as you're told. When you're done, our rooms are down that hallway--"

Being left alone scares Kurt more than anything. He can't do this on his own, he knows it now. He's a kid.

"Can you--" he starts, cutting himself off to gather himself. If he asks this, it means giving in--it means he's going to go along with this, he's going to let it happen, he's going to just do as he's told and take the easiest way he can, the way that will crush him. But he doesn't want to do it alone, he can't-- "Can you wait for me? I don't--"

"Of course," Blaine says, grabbing Kurt's hand, and Kurt almost sobs. "It's my job to help you, okay? If you need me, I'm here. When Sebastian comes in, I won't be able to do anything, but when you're done I'll be waiting right here and I'll take care of you. All right?"

If anything else, Blaine will be there--and it can't make it better, but it can help after, Blaine will wait and take care of him, he'll be kind again, maybe he'll give Kurt a reason to keep living after everything he believes in and wants for himself is snatched away.

So Kurt nods. And he nods again, when Blaine looks to him, ready to open the door. He'll do this. He'll do it, he'll get it over with, and then he'll...he'll figure the rest out later. What else can he do?

He walks through the door, and doesn't even wait to take in the room around him before he turns around to make sure--but Blaine is still there, shutting the door with an encouraging smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He knows what this is going to do to Kurt, and he's letting it happen--and Kurt almost begs him right there to help him escape before it's too late, he has to know this house, know how to get out--

But the door shuts. And he's alone again, until he's done with his new duties. Until his duties are done with him.

The pipes shut off behind a door in the corner, and Kurt assumes it's Sebastian coming out of his shower. He stands by the bed, holding his cloak tight around him, shivering with cold--but who knows if the room is cold, or if it's just him.

"Good, you're here," Sebastian says, walking into the room, completely naked. He strolls over to Kurt, eyes narrowing at the robe.

"Take that off," he orders, and Kurt almost can't obey until Sebastian raises his eyes to Kurt's. He raises his hands, which shake violently. This is the first step. This is the last moment he has an ounce of free will--when he gives in, that's it.

The robe drops to the ground. Kurt closes his eyes, his stomach turning. He hopes there are no mirrors, because he can't bear to look at himself now. He just gave his permission for this to happen.

"Are you a virgin, Kurt?"

Kurt opens his eyes, and Sebastian's right in front of him, almost pressed against him. He feels something nudging his hip, but he doesn't look down, if he can't see it it's not there--

"Answer me. Out loud."

"Yes," he says, his voice cracking. Sebastian huffs, a brief laugh that's barely more than a puff of breath on Kurt's face.

"You're going to be tight," Sebastian says, his tongue flicking over the last word like he enjoys saying it, like he enjoys the sharpness of the t's and the way they stab Kurt, like Sebastian wants to-- "You're going to feel so good for me, Kurt. Aren't you?"

Kurt swallows the saliva flooding his mouth, and tears fall down his face uncontrollably when he nods.

"I'll take it," Sebastian murmurs, and he walks around Kurt, running a hand over his shoulders before pushing him to the bed and instructing, "Lie down on your stomach for your new Master."

Kurt is crying openly now. He can't stop--it just pushed out of him, too hard, too fast, and he whimpers as he obeys. Just do what he says, Blaine whispers in his mind. Just do what he says. It's the easiest way, and he can't do anything else. Not now.

"Very good," Sebastian coos, when Kurt is flat on his front, head turns to the side so he can breathe through his sobs. The bed moves behind him, and then Sebastian lays over him, pressing his body onto Kurt's. There's skin everywhere, and Sebastian is warm and heavy, his erection poking uncomfortably at the back of Kurt's thigh as hot, wet lips descend on his neck.

"You are so pretty," Sebastian says, hands roaming over Kurt's back, running down to grab his ass and spread his cheeks. Kurt squirms with the discomfort, his face scrunching up, and he knows he looks terrible when he cries, maybe Sebastian will stop wanting to fuck him if he looks ugly enough-- "So pretty when you cry."

No such luck. He curls into himself instinctively, his shoulders hunching up, his legs trying to close despite Sebastian lying between them, his hands clenching in the sheets beneath him, but Sebastian just kisses down his back, hands groping at his ass and thighs.

And then there's a finger, massaging him where he'd been dreading most.

"No," he gasps, body reacting before his mind can catch up, scrambling to crawl away from the searching finger. But a strong arm wraps around his front, clutching him across his chest, the hand drifting dangerously close to his neck. He cries out, panicked--but no one is going to help him, no one's there--

"Hold still," Sebastian snarls. "I don't want to have to damage you."

The threat is clear, and Kurt freezes as best he can with his chest heaving. He can't catch his breath, and his head swims, his body fighting with every fiber to struggle, to get away, as Sebastian's hand returns, slipping down into his crack, his fingertip pressing again, just a little wet now, and Kurt sobs and gasps and nausea overwhelms him, and then it's going to happen, he's going to be raped and violated, Sebastian's going to be inside him, and he can feel the fingertip starting to breach him--

His stomach heaves, and he can't hold it back. His mouth opens, and his throat burns and twitches and he throws up the meager contents of his stomach, all down his front and onto Sebastian's arm.

"Fuck!"

Sebastian backs off of him, and Kurt turns over to keep him in his line of sight. Sebastian's glare is harsh and filled with rage like Kurt has never seen directed at himself.

"Are you fucking kidding me--you little bitch--"

Kurt doesn't even see him move. He's too locked in place by Sebastian's angry gaze, the greens and browns of his eyes pinning Kurt to the bed while his hand raises beside him. The next thing Kurt knows, he's spinning off the bed and onto the floor, leading with his cheek, the other side stinging so intensely that his eye immediately tears and closes against it. The breath leaves him as he lands heavily, his ears ringing, and by the time he gains enough clarity to lean up and at least wipe his mouth, Sebastian is snapping--

"--not to be disturbed--"

He hears another voice, low but familiar, but he stays where he is, keeping his head down as he wipes his face and holds his stinging cheek.

"I'm going to clean up," Sebastian says. Kurt flinches as he feels Sebastian's footsteps reverberating across the floor, but nothing happens. "Clean him up, get him ready--I'll be out shortly and I'll expect him prepared for me by then."

Kurt shudders--on one hand, Blaine will be the one getting him ready now, it seems, and Kurt can only be grateful; Blaine is likely to be much gentler than Sebastian was being. But on the other hand, he still has to have a stranger's fingers up his ass, and then he's going to be fucked by another.

"What happened?" Blaine asks, his voice just as kind--not a hint of exasperation colors it. Kurt looks up at him while Blaine inspects his cheek, grimacing at whatever he sees. His eyes, this close, are particularly expressive, and Kurt sees sadness overwhelming them, and concern. And they really are very pretty eyes, and his eyelashes are just ridiculous--

"He--he was touching me," Kurt answers. His breathing speeds up again. "And--and I asked him to stop, but he wouldn't and I--I was feeling sick, but he wouldn't stop and--"

He can almost feel Sebastian's hands on his ass again, spreading, probing--

"Sshhh. You were sick on him, and he hit you?" Kurt nods wordlessly. "Okay. Why were you sick?"

"He was touching me!" Kurt thinks it would be pretty obvious by now, that he doesn't want this-- "He put his fingers on my--my--"

Blaine gives him a funny look.

"Kurt, do you...how much do you know about sex?"

"I don't," Kurt replies immediately. "I just...I like romance. Broadway musicals, where the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets, and...and that was not the kind of fingertip touching I was thinking of when I imagined my first time."

It's almost enough to make him cry. He'll never have that perfect first time, the romance and the lilacs and the sweet music and the lovemaking. He'll be raped, here, on this stupid bed, in a room in a house he doesn't want to be in, by a man he hates, just after another slave shoves his fingers into Kurt. But it won't stop there--this man owns him. It could happen every day.

"Kurt, Sebastian wants me to get you ready for him," Blaine says patiently, looking for all the world like he's going to be imparting some bad news Kurt's not already aware of.. "That means a whole lot more than fingertips. He's going to want to...penetrate you, with his--"

"I do know what sex is," Kurt says quickly. He's not sure he's ever been more embarrassed than this. "I just...just don't want to do it. I don't want to think about it. It can't...I just--"

Blaine hushes him, saying, "Let's get you cleaned up, and we'll talk about it, okay? I have to go into the bathroom--can you pull anything off the bed that got soiled?"

Kurt nods--it's not like Sebastian's going to clean it up, and he doesn't particularly want to lie in it once Sebastian--once he gets back. Though it wouldn't make much of a difference, he's already got vomit streaked over him. He yanks the sheets off of the bed roughly and uses a clean patch of it to wipe himself off--it's not ideal, but it'll have to do, unless Sebastian wants him to shower. Maybe Sebastian will try to put his mouth on Kurt and taste it--

He drops the sheets by the door, and then meets Blaine as he reenters the room, carrying a cup and a washcloth. He hands Kurt the cup--it's got mouthwash in it.

"Sebastian will be out soon," Blaine says, and Kurt tries not to jump when Blaine runs the washcloth over his side, wiping up the vomit. "We have to hurry. Have you ever...fingered yourself?"

Kurt bites back a nasty reply and just shakes his head. The very idea disgusts him--he can't imagine it feeling good, especially not after the way Sebastian was trying to do it. And as attractive as Blaine is, Kurt's sure the way Blaine's going to do it isn't going to be much better.

He looks up at Blaine, waiting for the moment when he goes to bend Kurt over and do as he was told. But Blaine just looks at him for a long moment, a hard look in his eye.

"Okay," he says, his voice suddenly firm, determined. "I need you to do exactly as I say, all right? Can you do that for me?"

Kurt freezes--he knows he has to do what Blaine says, is this really necessary? And why is he looking at Kurt like this?

"Will I have to--"

"You won't have to sleep with Sebastian tonight, Kurt, as long as you do what I say. Can you do that?"

If what Blaine says is true, Kurt will do anything he asks. Hope springs up in his chest, tremulous and sweet, and he nods, hardly daring to believe it. But it's happening--Blaine is guiding Kurt to the edge of the bed, and down onto his knees--and a cynical part of him wonders if Blaine meant he has to use his mouth on Sebastian instead--

"I need you to stay here, and stay silent," Blaine whispers frantically, bowing Kurt's head for him. "If Sebastian addresses you, do not react--I'll take care of it for you. Okay? Can you do that, Kurt? Can you stay here quietly?"

Kurt looks to the bathroom door, and then back. Yes, he can--and he nods, unable to say it aloud. But he has to know--

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm...I'm going to get you out of this, for now. For as long as I can."

Sebastian comes into the room; Blaine is already facing him, the very picture of an obedient servant.

"What's going on? Why isn't he prepared?" Sebastian asks, sounding angry.

"Master, I would like to request permission to speak freely for a moment."

Kurt lowers his eyes again, unwilling to let Sebastian even see him peeking. So he has no idea what Sebastian's reaction is, if he's angry or upset or--

"Very well." --or amused. "This should be good. What do you have to say, Blaine?"

Can Sebastian really be taking this well? Or is he just being cruel, letting Kurt and Blaine believe he might listen before he pulls the rug out from under them, bringing them right to their knees--

"Master, this boy is tremendously valuable," Blaine says reasonably. "I believe that in time, and with training, he could be one of your greatest assets. However, as he is, he's useless to you--he's terribly innocent, and while I know the appeal of that, I worry that any reckless use of it might lower his value and the pleasure my Master takes in him."

Kurt holds his breath. If he holds his breath, Sebastian might listen.

"And what would you suggest we do, then?"

Keep holding, keep holding--

"I can train him, Master. Much like a slave would be trained on a farm. He'll remain a virgin, but I can educate him, teach him the basics so that he can better serve you in the future, without the regrettable reaction that he had this time."

It sounds like a sales pitch, but Kurt can only hope Sebastian buys it, he can only hold his breath despite the screaming in his lungs, the shaking of his hands--

"And why should I care how he reacts?"

No, they're so close, hold harder, don't let it go--

"As I said before, Master, he could be enormously valuable. Should he be forced, however, I'm afraid he won't perform as well for you, and might become timid and unusable. If you allow me to train him, he can retain the innocence that attracts you while still learning what you like and how to please you."

"And should I accept this, what would I do tonight Blaine? The other boys will already be in bed, I believe."

Should he accept? Kurt feels dizzy, he needs to breathe, but they're so so so close.

"Yes, Master. I'm sure that one of them will be most willing--"

"No, let them have their beauty sleep."

Kurt looks up--and Blaine and Sebastian are kissing.

He gasps for breath as quietly as he can. Does this mean--it has to mean--

"So pretty," Sebastian says, drawing back, his hands groping over Blaine. "And smart, as well. I knew there was a reason I kept you after you reached your peak age, Blaine. All right. I'll allow you to train the boy--"

Kurt doesn't even hear the rest. His own breathing is too loud in his ears, and he can't keep up with what's going on until Sebastian grabs his elbow and drags him to the door, settling him back on the ground, facing Blaine, who is still standing next to the bed.

"Every time I feel the urge to call for him, you will take his place until he is ready," Sebastian says to Blaine, stepping behind him, his cock jutting out and poking Blaine in the back. He grabs Blaine's face and makes him look at Kurt, their eyes locking across the distance.. "And my guess is that training him won't be a quick, painless affair. I mean...you only have a few hours a day to spare, between continuing your duties as my personal slave and the head of my harem. You'll have to resume the duties of a full-time bed slave and train him on top of that. Is keeping the value of my property that important to you?"

"Yes, Master," Blaine says evenly, and Kurt nearly sobs with gratitude. It's not perfect--he hasn't been let go, he isn't free to go home, he still has to serve this...this monster. But there's time, Blaine has bought him at least tonight-- "My only wish is to please you."

"Mr. Hummel," Sebastian says, "Watch closely. Blaine here is taking your place, so I suggest you study well, because you will be expected to resume your duties as soon as Blaine deems you ready." He caresses Blaine's ass over his pants and stares, stares right at Kurt, like Kurt has to stare at them. "Show him how it's done, killer. Strip."

Watching Blaine strip should make Kurt want to turn his face away and hide. He's always done his best to avoid seeing other guys naked--it's safest, at McKinley--and seeing so many over the past few days has been an experience he's not sure he wants to remember. And Blaine is--Blaine is beautiful, and nice to him, and he's helping Kurt when he doesn't have to, actually sacrificing something to do so. If Kurt believed in angels, he'd think Blaine was one. He doesn't want to see Blaine take his place. But it's been days since he was even remotely okay, emotionally or physically, and it's been a long, painful day, and he's tired and upset and afraid and he should be dreading this, but he's just...not. His body feels distant, his thoughts feel...soft, like the edges are blurred. A brief, silly thought passes that he's actually dreaming, having passed out when Sebastian hit him, or maybe he's hallucinating to block out Sebastian hurting him. But the vision--his vision, of what's really occurring right in front of him--continues, and Kurt watches, as though watching a movie.

Blaine's body is...wonderful. Kurt's never had a type, per se, but if he were to leave now and go home and go out and talk to guys someday, if they asked his type, he'd probably find himself describing Blaine. Trim, small, dipped waist and toned limbs, a little bit of belly and a round ass, a smattering of body hair, prominent veins on strong forearms. And Kurt, in his normal frame of mind, would never allow himself to think this so bluntly, but Blaine is beautiful everywhere. Kurt's not an expert, but he finds himself staring at Blaine's cock, half-hard between his legs--to his inexperienced eyes, it's perfect like the rest of him. It's not intimidatingly large, perhaps even smaller than himself, and certainly smaller than Sebastian, and Kurt thinks it might...feel nice, pressed against him. Not scary, huge and web-veined like the dicks he's seen in his unfortunate arrays into porn. It's just a penis, flushed and hard and smooth, and Kurt wonders what it feels like.

Sebastian says something in a low voice, too low for Kurt to make out, but he sounds pleasant. All Kurt knows is that Blaine immediately spreads his legs and bends so his torso is flat on the bed, leaving his ass sticking out and his eyes still staring at Kurt, not at all perturbed about being stared at--enjoying it, if Kurt is seeing things correctly.

Blaine likes that Kurt is looking at him. Blaine likes that Kurt likes what he sees. No guy has ever openly allowed Kurt to look like that, with no expectation attached like Sebastian. He just enjoys Kurt's attention, and Kurt feels his groin tighten at the realization that he is allowed and encouraged to like looking at a beautiful, sweet man.

So he lets himself watch, from his distant place in the back of his mind. Sebastian fingers Blaine open quickly, and Blaine keeps his eyes on Kurt while he rocks himself back, his lips slightly parted, dropping open completely when Sebastian guides his cock in instead, sliding in in one smooth push.

Sebastian talks while he fucks Blaine, but Kurt barely hears him. He's background--and Blaine is the foreground, his hooded eyes gazing directly at Kurt, unashamed as hands pull his hips back and forth, while a hard cock penetrates him again and again, while his ass moves up in waves with the impact of sharp hips. He just watches Kurt, his eyes never moving, not even when Kurt breaks away to look with abashed interest at his ass ripples with Sebastian's thrusts, cheeks parted wide around the shaft.

And the noises--Kurt knows his face is burning every time Blaine makes a sound, especially when Blaine shifts and suddenly he's loud, his throat shifting around his vocal cords, and Kurt moves his arms in front of his helpless erection, swollen embarrassingly hard at the bow of Blaine's spine, the ecstatic timbre of his voice, the light sheen of sweat over his body that entirely removes any doubt from Kurt's mind that he's interested in the masculinity of sex, and not just romance.

"Master, I'm going to come."

Sebastian responds and grabs Blaine's shoulders, fucking him hard. A strong part of Kurt is terrified, finding the brutality of contorting Blaine's body and using it like that abhorrent. But another part--a part that is even stronger as Kurt floats in his self-protective daze, a part that can be honest with himself and not be scared of his own feelings--watches intently as Blaine's balls draw up between his legs, the tip of his cock leaking as it bounces off of the mattress.

Kurt doesn't even hear himself make a sound--his throat just vibrates, and then, suddenly, Blaine is coming, still refusing to look away from Kurt, even as his eyes cloud and blink while he cock spits white onto the bed.

Sebastian bites Blaine's shoulder and comes himself, and when he pulls out, Kurt feels himself blink--and he's back inside himself, ashamed and scared again, as though he woke from the dream to find that he'd come on the sheets and couldn't hide it. But instead, he's kneeling here, his cock hard but thankfully wilting as he watches Sebastian saunter toward the bathroom yet again--how many showers can he take in one night Kurt wonders briefly--his final words drifting through the air, You're both dismissed for the night.

"Come on," Blaine says, and Kurt snaps back to attention. Blaine is clothed again, walking toward Kurt with the robe he came here in held in his hands, proffered out. Kurt rises unsteadily and takes it, covering himself as quickly as he can, his cheeks flaming--will Blaine want to talk about this? Will be mention that he knows Kurt watched him? What--what will he do?

Kurt hugs the robe tight, and then he sees that Blaine is deliberately looking away. It hits Kurt in a flash--Blaine is respecting his privacy. They just saw each other naked, Blaine wiped Kurt's own vomit off of him, Kurt saw Blaine pounded into a mattress, Blaine has to train Kurt to be a sex slave, and Blaine is giving him his privacy. He's been kind and he saved Kurt tonight, he stopped violence and rape and he did it all without asking for anything in return. He's nice and handsome and respectful and protective and concerned and he treats Kurt like he's more than a body, he treats Kurt like he matters and he's the only one who's done so since his father went into the coma and maybe Kurt's a little bit in love with him just for that..

You can't live your life as a fortress, Kurt.

"Time for bed," Blaine continues, leading Kurt out. And if Blaine will just give him a place to rest, if he'll let Kurt forget the world for a few hours of sleep, Kurt will follow him anywhere.

He might anyway.