“You wanted me?” Blaine asked, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

Kurt bit back his lip, trying to keep himself from saying a sarcastic comeback. That wouldn’t work out too well with his new…owner.

“Uhm, yes, I don’t know if you know this yet… But I’ve been assigned as your-um… your-“ Kurt paused, taking a break, taking in a deep, soothing breath. “As your slave. I’m your slave.” He repeated, as if maybe if he said it enough times he’d start to believe it.

“Oh… really? You’re the one I got?” Blaine answered
simply, smirking. He shrugged, as if saying not bad, and then started walking in circles around Kurt, checking him out. His eyes wandered up and down Kurt as he circled him and licked his lips, liking very much what he saw.

“Mmmm…” Blaine whispered, who was facing Kurt’s backside. Kurt spun around, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh, nothing.” Blaine responded, chuckling to himself. Kurt looked down confused, and a tad angry. Was he checking out his ass?

“Yeah, you’ll do.” Was all Blaine had to say on the matter.

Kurt’s jaw dropped, surprise clearly written over his face. “I’ll do?” He sputtered, totally confused. This was not the adorable gentleman that had just been helping him up in the hall a few minutes ago. It couldn’t be. Definitely not. No way.

“Yes, you’ll do fine. You look rather flexible, a very nice ass… a bit innocent perhaps, but we can fix that.” Kurt couldn’t believe his ears. “Yes, I’m sure you’ll be great in bed.”

Before he realized he was doing it, Kurt was
bringing his arm back, and not even hesitating to smack Blaine across the face, sending him reeling back a few feet.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Blaine cried, cupping his cheek in pain, looking shocked.
Kurt resisted slapping him again, and pushed Blaine back even further.

He was not going to be a part of this.

“I don’t care if I have to do your homework, to wash your car, to do whatever- I am not sleeping with you, you prick.” Kurt said, growing taller and more confident with pride.

“You will not-“ Blaine started, angrily running back towards Kurt, a fierce hunger in his eyes Kurt couldn’t quite match. Blaine reached out to grab Kurt’s shoulder, but Kurt stepped back in disgust.

“Don’t you ever touch me again.” Kurt whispered, leaning down to Blaine’s ear, his cold words spreading like frost. “And the name’s Kurt.

Kurt Hummel.”