–The year is 2106 and the world is nothing like we know now. The government has the power and authorities such as politicians and presidents were eliminated many, many years ago. War has raged since the presidential position was excluded and the world was split into two sides; half being supporters of the government and half who fight for freedom.In several countries all over the world, there's no longer anything that could be identified as 'nature' – they got rid of the woods and fields to make space for apartment-buildings and churches. The rules are that girls and boys marry as soon as they step into the adulthood; at the age of eighteen. Parents choose their life-partner and the children have no say in that matter. Forced-marriage is the new black. But rumors go – oh how they spread like the plague – that there's a country out there, somewhere, that isn't affected by the governments authority.

"Tell more, please grandma."
Kurt always pleaded when he was younger. Stories of the Antique World, how trees used to sway in the wind, how birds chimed wherever you went, how stars shone in the night sky and how there was a thing such as 'freedom to marry whomever you wanted'.
He always got these big, round eyes, fascinated by the tales that grandma told him.
"Don't take her seriously, Kurt. She's old and can't even remember her own name."
"– But dad," Kurt protested, pouting childishly.
"No Kurt. Do your homework."
And dad always got the last word, that's the rules. And nothing has changed since then, or well, grandma has passed away – she had the most beautiful funeral with an array of gorgeous lilies and daisies – and Kurt was on his way to his eighteenth summer; a summer he feared and a summer that would be his last as a free man.

"Kurt, I'd like to introduce you to someone."
And as Kurt had turned around, he'd faced his bride. Not that she wasn't good-looking nor was she dumb, but Kurt kept a secret; a secret he could never reveal or tell anyone. It had died with his grandma – it was buried with her.

They'd met several times before, him and Rachel – his fiancée – but there never was a spark, not that special spark that lovers were supposed to feel.
His dad has assured him that it was only normal to feel that way the first year or so, that he and his mother had been just as awkward around each other, too.
"But then we were lucky because we got you." His dad had said, a smile twitching on his lips.
His mom and dad looked happy; they always kissed each other on the cheek before they went to work and shared caring gestures.
But Kurt doubted that he would ever touch Rachel in an intimate way, just thinking about it made him shiver with discomfort.

Kurt went to school just like any other teenager did. His grades were good and his future was promising and after school he worked part-time at a metal factory; the salary was nothing to brag about but it was just enough to pay the rent of his apartment.
He was one of the lucky ones, in that his parents paid for utilities, food and other necessities.

"Wake up, darling!"
The sound of his mother's wakeup-call, made him groan with displeasure. He pulled the comforter over his head, refusing to get out of bed today.
No school, no job, just sleep and eat, which sounded just about perfect, until his mom reminded him;
"We're having lunch with Rachel and her family today, Kurt."
His mood dropped several degrees. Ignorance is your new best friend, he told himself, as he closed his eyes and slept just five minutes longer.

Meeting Rachel's family for the first time didn't really seem appealing to Kurt, but as always, he wanted to please his parents. So he wore a shirt with a tie and a black blazer with a glued-on polite smile.
His mom had been alternating between cooking and cleaning when finally, there was a knock on the door. "Will you get that, Kurt?" She asked as she put the last plate on the table.
It was embarrassingly clean everywhere, every surface was shining and there was no trace of dust to be seen. His mom had always been like that; to make her messy mind just a tiny bit more organized, she cleaned all the time. There couldn't even be the slightest mess anywhere.
But Kurt had grown used to it so it didn't even bother him anymore. His dad on the other hand, could get so mad at her that he sometimes had to rush out the door to prevent losing his temper. But today he looked calm and collected as he sat on the couch and shifted through the channels on the touch screen TV.

Kurt opened the door and was met with a family of smiling faces but the first thing that hit him – not a little poke, no it was like being hit by a car – wasn't the big box of chocolate that was handed him or the awkwardness of Rachel's embrace.
It was an entirely different thing and his heart stopped for a moment but then it began to thump with the speed of light.

The first thing he noticed was the color of his eyes. Those hazelnut eyes surrounded by long, dark eyelashes, staring right at him; no, not at him, but into him, looking into the depths of his very soul, causing Kurt to take a step back.
His skin looked so soft that Kurt was tempted to reach over and run his fingers along his defined jawline, the curves of his lips and the straight line of his nose. Tiny curls framed the perfection of his face, making him look so innocent and angelic.
And it was true; he radiated kindness, he was the sort of person that Kurt doubted would ever harm a living soul. But somehow he had a tough edge, this armor of abstinence that always kept people an arm's length away. This guy was the cutest thing he'd ever seen; with those puppy-like features, he thought he would melt down into his shoes.
All those things he presumed in a flash of a moment before he snapped out of his thoughts and thanked the woman – who Kurt supposed was Rachel's mom – for the chocolates and gave Rachel a quick squeeze.

"Come on in!"
Kurt flashed a perfectly white set of teeth as he smiled broadly and took a step back. Rachel's mother and father introduced themselves and said all other kinds of formalities, but Kurt had changed into auto-pilot; his eyes were fixed on the guy.
Suddenly their hands met in a firm handshake and it lead ticklish shivers all the way to his stomach.

"I'm Blaine, Rachel's brother." His voice, oh that voice and that name, Kurt feared for a second that his knees would buckle under him but he somehow managed to keep a steady ground. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Blaine added.
"The pleasure is all mine," Kurt's voice broke midway through the sentence, making him whisper the last part. Had he just embarrassed himself completely in front of possiblythemost gorgeous guy ever? Yes that's exactly what he'd done.
But Blaine didn't really seem to mind, he just cracked a dazzling smile that seemed to make Kurt's heart grow wings and fly far, far away.

Get your shit together, Hummel, he thought as he kicked himself mentally.
The lunch ended way too quickly. He thought he could look at Blaine forever – steal hidden glances across the table – to examine every single inch of his face. The dark stubble along his jaw, the way his long lashes almost shimmered in the light of the diamond-chandelier.
Occasionally he thought that Blaine looked at him too, or was it just his imagination?
Sometimes he was forced to join the conversation, their small-talk about money, the newest fashion-trend and high-technology.
Rachel told about her latest auditions for TV-shows and singing-competitions and Kurt didn't think he could get any more bored than this very moment. At least there was food; highly priced and almost impossible to get your hands on if you were middle-class. The wealthy families, on the other hand, could swim in meat if that's what they desired.

Eventually Kurt stepped out of his comfort-zone, took a deep breath and asked;
"So Blaine, what do you do?" And his lips curled into a kind yet shy smile, he kind of suspected that his cheeks had turned a rosy color.
"Well, Kurt..." He'd started off, "I own the bakery down the street." Another dazzling smile crept across his lips. The sound of his voice was so intimate, it made Kurt's stomach curl in a way that made him want to hear it over and over again. Could Blaine sense it, too?
The electrifying sparks between them, or was he just being nice? Of course, there was no way that this guy would desire the same sex in the same way Kurt did.
At first sight Kurt would never expected Blaine to be a baker; nicely dressed in his black blazer, tight-fitted so it hugged all the right places and Kurt couldn't help but thinking about what Blaine would look like without that blazer, without pants, just utterly naked and uncovered.
Kurt coughed to try and bring himself back to reality. What was wrong with him? Daydreaming about his wife-to-be's brother. Being gay wasn't tolerated. What would his parents say?
The only one he'd ever told was his grandma, just before she passed away. She took his secret to her grave and it's supposed to stay there.
Not just today but forever. He's going to marry Rachel; her future looks bright as a singer and would make a great wife, that's at least what his parents had claimed.

He'd only managed small statements of 'Oh, really? How nice.' without sounding too interested; but really, he was bursting with questions.
He was entirely drawn in and he wanted to know every little thing about Blaine. How he grew up, his dreams and passions, every little dark corner of his beautiful mind. But then again; he couldn't.

"It was nice to see you again," Kurt involuntarily forced out between his lips as he hugged Rachel on the doorstep. Honestly Rachel didn't seem much more eager by this arrangement than he did, but she acted better than he.
She kissed his cheek, smiling almost apologizing to him, before she went to the limo they'd arrived in and suddenly he was sure why his parents chose her as his future-wife, except for the fact that both families supported the government.
Was he actually being sold? He bit his lower lip for a second before his stare met those hazel-eyes.
Kurt held up his hand, "Glad to have you over, hope we can–" But then he was pulled into a tight embrace, their bodies touching each other in a way that sent jolts of heat through his veins, his face flushing completely red. He stood completely still as if Blaine was an animal that could be scared and run away any second. So he just picked up the subtle scent of his delicious breath and lemony hair gel.

"Meet me in the bakery tomorrow night at 7." Blaine's whispering voice – so, so very close to his ear – was painted with secrecy and sweet promises. But then he was gone. Kurt's eyes followed his swaying ass all the way to the limo before he closed the door behind him, reaching for something to hold on to, trying to catch his breath.

'Fuck', what was shot through his mind, but a guilty excitement tingled from his fingertips to his toes.